Riven Wight

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Never choosing the same meeting location twice, Luc reached the abandoned, three-story farm house long before Nyaira. Traveling by way of magic courtesy of a friend of a friend, he seemed to pop out of the overgrown field like a poisonous flower. The noon sun turned a sea of unattended wheat into an undulating golden river surrounding the house. He clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the house, his steps making him look as if he glided over the weed-tangled ground.
He circled the perimeter, searching for any signs of others. The faded scent of supernaturals who often haunted the house drifted around the various forms of rusting farm equipment discarded around the lawn. But now, it stood empty, the most recent scent from at least two nights past.
With his inspection complete, he entered the farmhouse to await Nyaira’s arrival.

* * *

The hour-and-a-half car ride felt like an eternity. The only sound in the car came from the radio, which Nyaira had turned on soon after leaving the street, and Victoria had quickly given up trying to remember the directions after they passed the same building twice. She had the sinking feeling Nyaira was trying to get her lost.
Victoria kept quiet, wringing her hands in her lap and chewing on her bottom lip, while the vampire showed no inclination toward conversation. Victoria kept her eyes averted from the windows, her seat belt offering little comfort as Nyaira now drove down a country road at a dangerous speed. They had been on the dirt road for quite a few miles, when Victoria felt the car slow.
She finally dared to look up. A farm house loomed in front of them, its windows partially boarded up. Weeds and vines clung to the faded white siding, as if nature had decided it wanted to reclaim the property. Not exactly what Victoria had imagined as the evil lair of vampires.
Nyaira sighed irritably and grumbled something under her breath that Victoria did not catch.
Nyaira pulled the car over to the side, flattening a few wheat stalks. “We’re here,” she said darkly. Displeasure pulled at her face for a moment, before it turned into a mocking grin. “Welcome home, mon petit mortel.”
Nyaira quickly left the car, came around to the other side, and pulled Victoria out none too gently.
Victoria drug her feet toward the farm house, her hand again clutching her pendant as she stared at the house in terror of whatever waited inside.
“Hurry up!” Nyaira shoved Victoria forward, making her stumble. She gripped Victoria’s forearm tightly and pulled her toward the rotting door. She scowled at it, then carefully pushed it open.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

@Aristocles
Whatever you want to tell me first, I suppose! Maybe start with the basics? How they usually live, what their culture is like, if they commonly live in large communities or small groups out in their dry climates, if there's a hierarchy among them...

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria placed her head in her hands as Nyaira pulled out her phone and made a quick call. When someone shushed her, she screamed and plastered herself against the car door as the man now sitting in the backseat spoke.
Victoria only stared at him, sure he had not been there a moment before. When Nyaira yanked the driver side door open, she pressed herself harder into the door, ignoring the sting in her back from where it pressed into what she was sure was a bruise.
Nyaira eyed Victoria and the rest of the interior. “What’s going on?” she hissed, her gaze locking on the human.
Victoria forced herself to resist looking to the man. The man sent by Alex, if he spoke the truth. What did she have to lose?
“I...” She swallowed and forced in a deep breath. “Nothing.” With no little effort, she forced herself to sit correctly in the leather seat.
“Right.” Suspicion dripped from Nyaira’s dangerously soft voice. Regardless, she got in the car, and quickly pulled out of the parking space.
Victoria gripped the edge of her seat as the car sped down the road, her head tilted to keep the man in her peripherals. “Where’re you taking me?”
The grin Nyaira gave her chilled Victoria to the core and made her sink back in the seat. “I wouldn’t worry about that, peu mortel. At least, not yet.”
Victoria stole a glance to the man, hoping his words proved true despite the foreboding feeling he gave her. He was a supernatural, of that she was sure, but the question was, what kind?
She bit her lip and looked out the windshield, trying to remember the turns the woman took as they sped toward the edge of town at an unlawful speed.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

@Aristocles
Thanks! Me too. xD

You know, I would love to know more about your dracon species and their culture, if you would be up for sharing! If not, I totally understand. :-)

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Thayva sighed. “That’s the thing about trouble, love.” She tenderly touched his arm. “It’s a coward and always travels in packs.” She glanced to the mess of the dining hall, seat cushions and tables splattered with all manner of foodstuffs. “At least this place will get a good washing. And besides,” she looked back to her husband with a small grin. “I’m sure you’d get bored if there wasn’t something going on.”

* * *

A group of girls who had already finished their laps had begun to form near the center of the track, most doing stretches and other warm-ups as they waited for their martial arts instructor to arrive, Laya among them. A couple other groups had slowly begun to form around the room near various forms of equipment as well, each awaiting their own teacher as the remainder of the girls completed the course.
Kia loved the run. At least, on the days they did not choose the tundra terrain. Though they eliminated the chill of it, the slickness of the magical ice and snow drove her mad. On the contrary, the feel of the warm sand beneath her feet sent a thrill through her, even though it tired her leg muscles a bit faster. But her favorite, she had to admit, was the jungle.
Noticing Laura further behind her, Kia slowed and ran backwards until she jogged beside the dwarf.
“Come on, Laura!” Kia encouraged, pumping a fist in the air. “You can do better than that!”

* * *

Conned into the wrestling section by another of the students, Nick watched Aurelian and the lizardfolk, waiting for his turn in the ring with the winner.
“Watch your left!” he called to Aurelian. Whether he hoped the boy would win more so he would not have to face the lizardfolk himself, or so the human would feel the thrill of success, he could not quite say for sure.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria struggled against the woman’s hold, but her efforts were rewarded only by Nyaira digging her nails painfully into the girl’s arm.
“A friend of mine’s rather interested in your...” Nyaira paused and looked around the street, her eyes narrowed. “Gift,” she finished.
Victoria was sure her heart stopped for a moment as Nyaira turned down another street.
“W-what gift?” Victoria managed in little more than a frightened whisper. She looked pleadingly toward a couple walking down the street, trying to catch their eye, but neither noticed.
Nyaira threw her head back and laughed. “Playing dumb won’t do any good, enfant pathétique.” Her sweet voice and vicious smile made Victoria squirm. Nyaira glanced to the couple. “Don’t even think about calling for help. Even if someone did come, I would snap their necks before they even blinked.”
Victoria swallowed hard, and looked back to the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest with a vengeance.
“This is me!” Nyaira nodded to a car and single-handedly pulled a set of keys from her purse.
Victoria could not help but gawk at the LaFerrari sitting in the parking space. Its red paint glistened in the sunlight. Her mild admiration of the car ended when Nyaira forced her to it and opened the passenger door.
“In you go.” Nyaira shoved her to the open door, carefully blocking any chance of escape. “Run, and I’ll break your legs.”
Victoria entered the car with deliberate slowness. As soon as she was in, Nyaira shut the door.
There has to be a way out of this, she thought as the vampire headed to the driver’s side, her thoughts frantic and hot tears making her vision swim. There has to be!

Northwood Academy

That's awesome that you guys got to go there. Thanks for sharing! :-D

Northwood Academy

Ooooh! Congratulations! :-D Where did you guys go, if I may ask?

An Introduction, I suppose

@TychosFullmeta
Well, welcome! Truthfully, I never knew about the Guild on Google+. I might have to check that out sometime.

Fairfarren, my fellow fantasy roleplayer!

The Collector (2) [Closed]

Marianne’s words made Faira blink and turn slightly toward the woman, her brows furrowed. What’s that supposed to mean?
But she daren’t ask. She doubted she would get a straight, simple answer, anyway. Nothing about that wretched place had been simple so far, so why would it start now?
The girl looked to Rosaline as she gave the same reassurance, only without the riddle. Faira nodded at the living doll, before redirecting her attention to the boy, whom she had all but forgotten about. Just in case, she moved the sword slightly in front of her, ready to defend both herself and Rosaline as well as she could while fighting off the fatigue aching in every muscle.
She examined Walter for a moment. He looked normal enough--at least in comparison to the rest of their ever-growing ragtag group. Even so, she remained on edge, waiting for a second head to sprout from his shoulder, for him to start breathing acid, or any other of the innumerable possibilities of what about him could have caught the Collector’s attention.
“I’m Faira,” she answered slowly, her soft voice just managing to echo up the stairs.

* * *

“Food!” Soren shouted in an off-key sing-song voice as he emerged into the kitchen. “Glorious food!” He went to the nearest of the cabinets lining the walls and pulled it open. A hungry look glistened in his heterochromatic eyes.
Nikolai continued Soren’s tune in a hum that kept the notes far better as he went to another cabinet on the other side of an island in the center of the room.
“How about a peanut butter and ravioli sandwich?” Soren pulled a can of raviolis and a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet and tossed them over his shoulder. “With a layer of cheese and ketchup, if there is any.”
The labels on the containers fluttered to the side, forming wings that did little to lessen their fall to the island. They clattered against the tabletop. Their wings folded sluggishly as Soren started piling other canned and boxed foods in his arms, and Nikolai went to rummage through a fridge.
Nikolai tossed a pack of cheese onto the island.
“See if there’re any strawberries and whipped cream while you’re over there, would you?” Soren glanced over his shoulder at his twin. “I’d kill for a strawberry shortcake right about now.”