Tales Under the Moon

This is Vadrus Valin.(Thank you Eater Man Eater on DeviantArt for drawing it. Full credit goes to him.)

Ah, the moon. (Preamble)

I kill under it. I shift under it. I train under it. I worship under it.

The moon...It gives me warmth. Pleasure, and other emotions...

So ancient, yet perfectly...pulverulent. Lustrous, silvery.

I long for it. Something about it that I, well, enjoy. Take pleasure in. A magnificent, how some would say, eon.

Eventide? Of course; I cannot even look at the dreadful aurora in the sky without my eyes bleeding, the decrepit 'sun' that boasts the sky's control during the hours of light. The benightedness of those foolish bastards that it gives hope to sickens me. Hope for what? A black hole? That's all such a thing would bring to a fool.

One day, when my agonizingly execrate malediction that some call vampirism is cured, I shall slice the thing in half. And then, I'll laugh...

Bloodshed (Prologue)

Red. vadruz-Valin of vis-Valin could only see red.

As he was born, red came into his life. It was as if he was born into a bucket of blood, one transparent enough to be able to make out the details of a decaying ruin.

As he lay there, he realized that he needed such red to survive. Was it a curse? He could not tell. But as the blood entered his mouth, power came to him.

This is how he grew.

V: The Meaning of the Word Burden

Din Frostfire slung her bow, Leviathan, over her shoulder. Her blonde hair wavered about in the windy town, and her crimson lips twisted into a knowing smirk. Leaning over her shoulder was Sarrea Elestrune, holding her two enchanted maces low to the ground. They were both reading a WANTED paper; apparently, there was a dvunrae male, spreading a serious disease around town during eventide.

"That's not him," Din remarked knowingly.

"Oh really? How are you so sure?" Sarrea replied.

"I know my man." She grinned. "Let's go get this guy, either way." Din drew her longsword Wyrm, and walked off, towards the gate of the city.

As the two walked out of the gate, a bird began to circle overhead. Din looked above, to the bird, and called out in a mysterious tongue. The bird, with red-orange plumage, squawked in delight, and began to decline. Sarrea stretched with laze as Din hoisted herself onto the bird, her own phoenix companion, U'dara.

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