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His eyes come down at the question, however he does not reply. His mind is now abuzz with so many more puzzle pieces than there were mere moments ago. In almost full 'think mode' he simple looks back at the little one with a soft expression on his face. 'There is no point not to tell him about Julius. In fact it may help should he recognize anything about the man. If he has any direct involvement, the possibilities . . . .' He lets out a faint sigh as James takes his hand and begins leading him through the streets back to their temporary lodgings. So engrossed in his thoughts he takes no notice of the owner once more expressing her distaste in their perceived relationship in her subtle not so subtle manner as they pass through the lobby.
Closing the door softly behind him Dorian walks over to the chair and removes his sir coat along with his cravat, placing them on the back so they do not wrinkle. He stretches a little, his full stomach still filling him with a warm sensation so he does not bother with starting a fire. Instead he moves over to the young one and takes him by the hand. Leading him to the bed he mounts it first, his back against the the pillows along the headboard. With a tug he pulls the newborn onto the covers in front of him, his back flush with Dorian's chest so he can wrap his arms around the younger one's middle. With another fain sigh he rests his head on the youth's shoulder and closes his eyes, his mind sorting out the details of just what information he needs to tell James and what has no baring on the situation. 'Well, what I do not believe has no baring. . . .' he muses.
When at last his eyes open his gaze is steady and sharp, the strength behind it returned to full power. “Julius, or Father Julius as he prefers, is the first spawn of one of my oldest. . . Acquaintances. She was a rather arrogant young thing when first I met her, and her first could not have appeared more different.” Slipping one of his arms from around the boy's waist he brings it back and up so he can run his fingers through the soft tresses. “At first glance he was a simple thing, following his Sire around like a devoted puppy. However after a time one would notice his eyes. . . .” His eyes cloud over with the memories his mind drudges up from his past. Memories he had long suppressed. “His gaze, hard to notice because of how he would keep it most often on his own feet, was far sharper and more adept at pick out details than any before him I have ever seen. I myself have keen eyes, but mine developed with practice and necessity, however his were innate. He never missed anything, he never was at a loss.”
His eyes focus on the present once more, though his thoughts remain in the past. He looks around the room, his gaze never settling on anything for more than a second. “After a mere hundred years with his sire, about thirty years after I met he, he left her side. After that day his eyes were never downcast again. He was strong, and learned swiftly, however he refused to take to any clan. He moved on alone until he made his first.” His fingers move smoothly along James's neck. “He'd picked one, very young, and he turned him. He picked the boy because he was damaged. He told me, in one conversation I had with him long after, to see what a twisted mind would do with eternity. He kept the child in his home, but he did not bond with him. Instead he watched him. . . .” Biting his lips Dorian looks down at James. “He did not care very much for any he made, however that first one was the most cruel. I doubt however that he made you. I would recognize his scent a mile away.”
Bringing his fingers up he tousles James's bangs. “You are no direct relation, and that girl is indeed very long from him, most likely bonded to another clan to not smell of him, if indeed she was made by him. However, since you share a scent, it is most likely you were made by one of his brood.” Shaking his head he looks to the window. “He has never taken to keeping track of them after they leave him, however, so he would be little aid in finding your Sire. . .”
Closing the door softly behind him Dorian walks over to the chair and removes his sir coat along with his cravat, placing them on the back so they do not wrinkle. He stretches a little, his full stomach still filling him with a warm sensation so he does not bother with starting a fire. Instead he moves over to the young one and takes him by the hand. Leading him to the bed he mounts it first, his back against the the pillows along the headboard. With a tug he pulls the newborn onto the covers in front of him, his back flush with Dorian's chest so he can wrap his arms around the younger one's middle. With another fain sigh he rests his head on the youth's shoulder and closes his eyes, his mind sorting out the details of just what information he needs to tell James and what has no baring on the situation. 'Well, what I do not believe has no baring. . . .' he muses.
When at last his eyes open his gaze is steady and sharp, the strength behind it returned to full power. “Julius, or Father Julius as he prefers, is the first spawn of one of my oldest. . . Acquaintances. She was a rather arrogant young thing when first I met her, and her first could not have appeared more different.” Slipping one of his arms from around the boy's waist he brings it back and up so he can run his fingers through the soft tresses. “At first glance he was a simple thing, following his Sire around like a devoted puppy. However after a time one would notice his eyes. . . .” His eyes cloud over with the memories his mind drudges up from his past. Memories he had long suppressed. “His gaze, hard to notice because of how he would keep it most often on his own feet, was far sharper and more adept at pick out details than any before him I have ever seen. I myself have keen eyes, but mine developed with practice and necessity, however his were innate. He never missed anything, he never was at a loss.”
His eyes focus on the present once more, though his thoughts remain in the past. He looks around the room, his gaze never settling on anything for more than a second. “After a mere hundred years with his sire, about thirty years after I met he, he left her side. After that day his eyes were never downcast again. He was strong, and learned swiftly, however he refused to take to any clan. He moved on alone until he made his first.” His fingers move smoothly along James's neck. “He'd picked one, very young, and he turned him. He picked the boy because he was damaged. He told me, in one conversation I had with him long after, to see what a twisted mind would do with eternity. He kept the child in his home, but he did not bond with him. Instead he watched him. . . .” Biting his lips Dorian looks down at James. “He did not care very much for any he made, however that first one was the most cruel. I doubt however that he made you. I would recognize his scent a mile away.”
Bringing his fingers up he tousles James's bangs. “You are no direct relation, and that girl is indeed very long from him, most likely bonded to another clan to not smell of him, if indeed she was made by him. However, since you share a scent, it is most likely you were made by one of his brood.” Shaking his head he looks to the window. “He has never taken to keeping track of them after they leave him, however, so he would be little aid in finding your Sire. . .”
How about a mission that starts out as routine, but something discovered during the first stage draws higher up's attention and it actually gets turned into a multi-squad thing, making our guys feel a little pushed aside, because hey, it's our case :P
*Thinks* Yeah, the thing above happens, then the butchering, adding intrigue, and maybe, just a little touch of my old idea, perhaps our guys discovering that the organization itself has connections to the massacre AND the initial job?
OH! If we go with the idea that they are not highly supported by the public I can see most of the workers from more traditional or richer families who see joining the Organization as almost a give-in for a portion of their lives because it's become a kind of tradition. (If we go with this idea, I should warn that my guy will most likly be one of those odd individuals NOT from a rich family and has joined under mysterious circumstances).
*Shuffles around* I like, and call me weird for it, but I has a liking for adopting in RPs, so if we go with the half breed thing I think ti would be a lot of fun if our guys in some way come to take care of a 7-13 year old half breed, which up til that point had been being raised by human parents, but for some reason or another the parents are now dead. . . .Just an idea that came to me, what cha think?
*Thinks* Yeah, the thing above happens, then the butchering, adding intrigue, and maybe, just a little touch of my old idea, perhaps our guys discovering that the organization itself has connections to the massacre AND the initial job?
OH! If we go with the idea that they are not highly supported by the public I can see most of the workers from more traditional or richer families who see joining the Organization as almost a give-in for a portion of their lives because it's become a kind of tradition. (If we go with this idea, I should warn that my guy will most likly be one of those odd individuals NOT from a rich family and has joined under mysterious circumstances).
*Shuffles around* I like, and call me weird for it, but I has a liking for adopting in RPs, so if we go with the half breed thing I think ti would be a lot of fun if our guys in some way come to take care of a 7-13 year old half breed, which up til that point had been being raised by human parents, but for some reason or another the parents are now dead. . . .Just an idea that came to me, what cha think?
Sorry if it seems like i took control again, my fingers just kept typing til the scene played out. . . .
With a discontented sigh the woman moves to pass the male duo once again. However Dorian raises his sword ever so slightly, bringing her to a stop. She whips around to look at him directly, her fear and patience peaking. “What the hell do you want? I told you what I know, there is nothing else I can say to aid you in this, now let me go!” He voice is slightly shrill and Dorian takes a tighter hold on the boy should he choose to respond to her sudden action.
His expression remains calm as she lashes at him with her words. He lets the words hover in the air for a time, the silence between them becoming more tense by the second. 'Two hundred and still this level of reaction to simply threats. I can believe that she spent such a short time with her sire, however she is lying about telling me all I can learn from her that would be useful' With a faint smile he lowers his blade a few inches, still not enough to let he walk by easily but enough to make it less threatening. He replies quietly, his tone soothing. “I will let you go Miss, however I have but one more question.”
She takes several more deep breaths, however his word that she will leave this place by his leave allows her to regain her composure. Bringing a hand up to he hair she brushes back an imaginary strand that never fell out of place, however the action calms her. “Is that so? Then what question may that be good Sir?”
He gives her a slight nod and replies, “What, may I ask, is your Sire's name?”
Her body tenses, her gaze dropping as her throat catches. Though vampire have no need to breath, the habit of doing so causes them to have the same breathing troubles humans do in tense situations from time to time. Dorian raises an eyebrow at her actions, however he remains silent as he waits for a response. He mind casts about, trying to find a way to not have to tell him the truth. 'I know Master would not like to be connected to this situation, and this vampire is obviously one who may recognize my Master. But, I can not lie to him out right, he will know, then he may revoke me my safe passage from this place' Her eyes come up to meet his and after a few more silent moments she lets out a sigh and stands tall. “My Sire's name is Father Julius. Now, if you don't mind.” She steps forward and this time Dorian lowers his sword so she can pass. She moves rather swiftly out of the alley and makes haste to the place where she stabled her horse.
Dorian showed no physical response to the name, however on the inside he can feel him muscles tighten across his stomach. When she is out of earshot he lets out a long sigh, his grip on the boy relaxing as he moves to prop himself up against the nearest wall. “Julius, it would figure you would have some part of this. . . .” he murmurs, looking to the sky as a cloud once again blocks out the moonlight, casting the town into deep shadows where the human's lights do not reach.
His expression remains calm as she lashes at him with her words. He lets the words hover in the air for a time, the silence between them becoming more tense by the second. 'Two hundred and still this level of reaction to simply threats. I can believe that she spent such a short time with her sire, however she is lying about telling me all I can learn from her that would be useful' With a faint smile he lowers his blade a few inches, still not enough to let he walk by easily but enough to make it less threatening. He replies quietly, his tone soothing. “I will let you go Miss, however I have but one more question.”
She takes several more deep breaths, however his word that she will leave this place by his leave allows her to regain her composure. Bringing a hand up to he hair she brushes back an imaginary strand that never fell out of place, however the action calms her. “Is that so? Then what question may that be good Sir?”
He gives her a slight nod and replies, “What, may I ask, is your Sire's name?”
Her body tenses, her gaze dropping as her throat catches. Though vampire have no need to breath, the habit of doing so causes them to have the same breathing troubles humans do in tense situations from time to time. Dorian raises an eyebrow at her actions, however he remains silent as he waits for a response. He mind casts about, trying to find a way to not have to tell him the truth. 'I know Master would not like to be connected to this situation, and this vampire is obviously one who may recognize my Master. But, I can not lie to him out right, he will know, then he may revoke me my safe passage from this place' Her eyes come up to meet his and after a few more silent moments she lets out a sigh and stands tall. “My Sire's name is Father Julius. Now, if you don't mind.” She steps forward and this time Dorian lowers his sword so she can pass. She moves rather swiftly out of the alley and makes haste to the place where she stabled her horse.
Dorian showed no physical response to the name, however on the inside he can feel him muscles tighten across his stomach. When she is out of earshot he lets out a long sigh, his grip on the boy relaxing as he moves to prop himself up against the nearest wall. “Julius, it would figure you would have some part of this. . . .” he murmurs, looking to the sky as a cloud once again blocks out the moonlight, casting the town into deep shadows where the human's lights do not reach.
Viltez does his best to calm his shocked visage, the guilty expression on Aryx's face making feel bad. 'I'm not angry, I hops he doesn't think I'm mad' He swallows, his expression turning curious rather than surprised as his tail relaxes a little more. His ears burn a little however when his guest seems surprised that he didn't recognize what happened to his tail. “No, don't worry, it didn't hurt, it was just, really strange. Like ice running up my spine. Not unpleasant, just very different.” He ducks his head slightly in embarrassment.
“It's always wandering over thing, and I don't pay it much mind. I suppose I should start learning such things. I mean, I am a grown man now, I guess it's about time I learn to use this thing. . .” His voice trails off as Aryx raises his hand over his tail again. The appendage contracts only slightly just before he touches it, but as soon as his fingers run across it it becomes very tight around the stranger’s arm once more. Once again the odd sensation runs up the half beastman's spine at the touch, but this time the sound from his throat is muffed with an effort.
Swallowing again, his eyelids drooping slightly. “That, really is interesting. Your fingers are warm, I can feel that temperature difference, and the skin pulls on the hairs, unlike the stone and wood it's normally touching.” He looks down to his own fingers, a confused look on his face. “I've never. . .Pet it before, but on occasion I fiddle with the fur near the base of the blade. It's never felt like this though.” He looks back at the tail, the blade slowly sifting against Aryx's upper arm. “I've always supposed it's a weapon of some sort, maybe it's less sensitive next to the part that suppose to strike things.” he muses.
“It's always wandering over thing, and I don't pay it much mind. I suppose I should start learning such things. I mean, I am a grown man now, I guess it's about time I learn to use this thing. . .” His voice trails off as Aryx raises his hand over his tail again. The appendage contracts only slightly just before he touches it, but as soon as his fingers run across it it becomes very tight around the stranger’s arm once more. Once again the odd sensation runs up the half beastman's spine at the touch, but this time the sound from his throat is muffed with an effort.
Swallowing again, his eyelids drooping slightly. “That, really is interesting. Your fingers are warm, I can feel that temperature difference, and the skin pulls on the hairs, unlike the stone and wood it's normally touching.” He looks down to his own fingers, a confused look on his face. “I've never. . .Pet it before, but on occasion I fiddle with the fur near the base of the blade. It's never felt like this though.” He looks back at the tail, the blade slowly sifting against Aryx's upper arm. “I've always supposed it's a weapon of some sort, maybe it's less sensitive next to the part that suppose to strike things.” he muses.
*Huggles* Get well soon, nice triple post :P
I'd say moer like a day to feel "Hungry", 48 hours to start feeling the true blood lust, and yeah, by 72, he'll be a bit in hell over the hunger.
For me, and my understanding of vampires, they don't "Need" anything other than blood, so for me at least there would be no need to drink water, nor would they feel thirsty for anything but blood, but if you wanna go with needing to drink water for this RP, I don't mind.
For me, and my understanding of vampires, they don't "Need" anything other than blood, so for me at least there would be no need to drink water, nor would they feel thirsty for anything but blood, but if you wanna go with needing to drink water for this RP, I don't mind.
Unless he's eating food, which I have the distinct impression Alexi is going to deny him for the most part, there really is no reason for him to use the bathroom since a vampire would just absorb the blood, and if he really needs to use the bathroom Alexi will give him a chamber pot and some privacy. As for being chained, Alexi is ready to give him a longer reach of the chain, and occasional "Walks" with them with Joseph making sure that no one is around to see Erik. The reach of the chains will encompass most of the room at it's fullest extent, and Alexi has a library along with a wide variety of old toys and gadgets which Erik will have access to basically right after this talk. Make sense?
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