OOC: Yes, I've
finally posted
*runs from a multitude of whips, flails and frying pans brandished against him*
IC: The figure lay curled up at the base of the great oak, its great wings folded about itself like a blanket. A mop of wavy golden hair danced about in the gentle night breeze, brushing past his thick eyebrows. Breaking the apparent calmness, his eyelids suddenly blinked open, revealing the golden irises behind them. He could feel it again, that same feeling of impending doom and encroaching darkness that had led him to that accursed cavern all those months ago.
His wings fluttered slightly as he sat up, folding behind his back as he looked around. Something sinister was at work in the world, and angels were particularly sensitive to the build-up of evil. He could not just remain idle and allow such a thing to go unchallenged. Rising to his feet, he slid on his helmet and pulled his gauntlets on tight, pausing for a moment to check on his sword and shield. Flapping his pearly white wings, the golden warrior took to the skies and flew in the direction his instincts dictated.
The pale moon shone on the angel's armours, giving off an incandescent glow. He had no conscious idea of where he was heading, yet his feelings seemed to be his compass at the moment. After a few hours of flight, he reached what seemed to be a small town and began his descent. The streets appeared to be almost empty from above, something which was to be expecting, considering the lateness of the hour. Landing on the outskirts almost silently, he removed his helmet and strapped it to his belt, and headed into the town
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The vampire sat alone in a shadowy corner of the tavern, his black boots resting upon the table in front of him. His only consolation seemed to be a partially filled glass of rich ruby wine, resting next to a bottle of French Cabernet. Reaching forwards momentarily, he picked up his glass and then leaned back once more, giving the liquid a slow twirl within its container. His dark purple eyes scanned the room once more, taking in all the patrons' faces.
He had arrived at this town of Penion a few hours before, under the cover of darkness, and decided to spend the rest of the night at this tavern, planning to take lodging at the nearby inn when dawn approached. Taking a drawn-out sip of wine, he emptied his glass and placed it on the table once more. Reaching for the adjacent bottle, he proceeded to replenish his cordial, looking around in slight boredom as he did so. There seemed to be nothing of interest, except...
His gaze fell on a human female sitting across the room from him as he lowered the bottle. She was quite literally gorgeous, with flowing strawberry hair and bright rosy-brown eyes, her petite curves adorned with a black strapless dress. Unlike Descartes' slightly bored expression, her features were drawn in what could only be described as utter disgust as she looked at all the raucous human males getting drunk on cheap beer. He chuckled softly and brought the refilled glass to his lips, taking another sip.
As he did so, the tavern doors swung open and in walked another ethereal existence, with bright silver hair and the most dazzling emerald eyes. He lowered his glass and arched an eyebrow at her as he observed her gait, noticing that her curves were much more defined than the other female. Her well-built appearance betrayed the fact that she was probably a warrior who wielded a heavy weapon, most likely a sword.
Thoroughly intrigued, he watched her stroll past him and head towards the corner where the other woman sat. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the broadsword strapped to her back. What he did not expect to see, however, were the pointy, elongated ears she sported. He had never seen anything similar before, so his curiosity was piqued.
He was still watching her as she sat down opposite the dark-clad female and started up a conversation. The vampire looked at the patrons in his vicinity once more, their loud drunken selves paling in interest compared to the female presences across from him. Chuckling softly to himself, he rose to his feet and gently gripped his still half-full glass between his fingers. Picking up the bottle of wine with his other hand, he started heading towards the two of them.
Reaching their table, he pulled out a chair and twirled it around, sitting on it back to front and hugging the back-rest. Flashing a grin at the both of them, he took another sip of wine from his glass.
"Greetings, mademoiselles."