Wraithblade6

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

Intentionally slowing and shortening his steps, Mithias enjoyed a short walk. He could hear everything. There was little reason to lift his hood to see, but of course things were all so beautiful. The sky, the trees, and the silver glow of the moonlight off the ever so slowly rolling clouds beneath it were mesmerizing... but even that was less beautiful than a human, a person. Mithia inclined his head after a particular young woman with curly brown hair as she paced by politely. Some humans were so delicate and shy, like deer. He lowered his head again, pausing for a moment with the thought to go after her. Not to eat her, no, not this time. It would just be nice to hear her laugh and chat with family... perhaps a fiance. Sometimes Mithias wished he was a grandfather for the benefits of family. Centuries were so much slower in loneliness. He sighed and resumed walking. There was simply no way that he could masquerade as a normal human. Vampirism was physically obvious in him, with his chalk white skin, clawed hands, and vivid golden eyes. They weren't normal attributes. He was visually terrifying. It was too bad other vampires made such bad friends.

Not far, near a graveyard, he heard a conversation between what seemed to be some teenagers about vampires. he didn't even bother to shake his head and kept on moving. The 'entertainment' out here was unfortunately bland, but he had another goal in mind tonight.

That carriage... Mithias stopped and peered carefully through the front gate to the Kingsley Manor. There it was. So that brown haired boy had come here. Very curious. Although fairly socially ostracized, Mithias had heard the rumors, and he knew they were false. A crow cawed above him as the wind made the dried, dead leaves in the trees rattle. It was such a lovely music. The warm lights in the stone-walled windows looked inviting, like a home long forgotten, and the thought to invite himself in came to mind. Of course he would be careful not to be seen, but after 300 years of no possibility of finding his own maker, what else was there to do but takes illogical risks? Mithias touched his sides, feeling the two swords he kept hidden under his disguise. He actually chuckled softly and looked back at the manor. Nothing could possibly kill him, even if he wanted it to.

Walking a little further into a black shadow beneath the rattling trees, Mithias dropped his cane and lept over the wall. Certainly a little tentative exploring would be ok. Rather than take the front door, Mithias scaled the wall to an open window and began his investigation by peering inside.

Lights were still on, mostly candles, but this place also had electric lights. A dusty chandelier hung over what looked like a library on the inside, with many walls and standing racks of books. He listened with extra intention for any voices.

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It was around 6 in the evening when Mithias heard the sounds of a horse and carriage roughly rolling through the forest. In a heavy, hooded cloak, he stepped out onto the poorly traveled road that led into the little town, watching the direction the carriage was arriving from. He watched. It wasn't often Ipswich attracted travelers, and he was mildly curious. Mithias had been about to go into the town himself, to feed, to kill, and to observe his current, small flock of humans for a while. The horse balked and neighed loudly, startled by the sudden dark shape in the road. A flock of birds took off suddenly from the sticks of the bare tree-tops above them as the horse made a fuss. The carriage driver called to control her, "Ho girl! Ho there, now move around." As he passed he saw Mithias, or rather, saw a cloaked man, presumably an old man, slightly hunched over as he was, but he could not see the man's face. "Best stay out of the road good sir!" The carriage driver called back, slightly annoyed at the delay caused by some deaf old man.

In the brief moment that it passed, Mithias looked in the window of the vehicle, gaining much with his accelerated senses. He could wreck this carriage, take his fill of blood early tonight, but it would depend on what was inside. They were still far enough from town that no one would be the wiser. The carriage could be burned, bodies destroyed... In a quick glance through the window, he saw a young man inside, also looking outward at him. He was very young, had lightly tanned skin, short brown hair, and a blank and innocent expression. There was a trunk on the floor of the carriage, two guns, and of course blades. The man was alone, dressed nicely atop somewhat drab, upholstered seats with french flower designs on them. Outside the carriage, yellow eyes gleamed from under a dark hood, a few tendrils of long, black hair escaped in front. Mithias caught the change in expression as the young man was taken away. He had seen him, or at least enough of him to be startled.

Mithias let them go. The carriage never halted. It was a good thing humans doubted themselves so much.

Shortly thereafter, the cloaked vampire meandered into town. People were still about, cooking dinner, going home, or going out for more night-worthy activities. Mithias kept himself out of notice while he hunted.

People died all the time. A fall, a broken leg, disease... There was also murder, and much of it went unpunished if the killer had any sense. The loss of a few adults here and there ultimately made no difference to the population, and death was something humans had to deal with all the time regardless of the cause. By right, Mithias could kill anyone he wanted. He was a part of nature. There was no point in trying to spare his victims, as it only lead to anti-vampire enthusiasm. He had been punished for trying to destroy his own species once before, and he'd never risk it again. So he killed. Perhaps it was a more merciful death than many of the other modern-day alternatives.

The pale body of a young stable hand would be found. Damn kid seemed to have died of that anemia that had been going around. Perhaps that was why he had always been asking for more sleep.

Now smelling of horses, Mithias walked slowly, cane in hand, down the street.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

I'll get a post up tomorrow.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Could we please get moving again?

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bored. somebody post something!

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Starting might interest more people.

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that makes Mithias 581.

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ayzrules said
wraithblade16-i'm planning on making a hunter, what backstory idea you have in mind?whirlwind-accepteddreammaster58-sure thing it's fine!alright so i am no longer accepting vamps or humans who turn into vamps, and we more of the other races. i plan on making a hunter and a human who stays human, we don't necessarily need many thralls tbh but I want Caroline to be turned into one sometime down the road

So, Mithias doesn't particularly dislike hunters, or like them, but he might subconsciously be drawn to observing them, remembering old times, or possibly even protecting one. I was thinking there could be someone he's been watching, who doesn't quite know who he is yet, but they might get to now each other over a few encounters. Mithias would let himself be seen a few times, but always escape. The hunter wouldn't trust him, obviously. There'd be stuff to learn from each other. Potential friends.