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Post by Dimitri Monfort on Jan 19, 2011 20:23:51 GMT -5
A breeze whispered through the leaves surrounding the open space. IF he was less resilient he might have shivered by the chill it brought with it. But it only served to plaster his white shirt to his arms and further press his charcoal pin stripped vest to his toned torso. His medium length silver hair danced before his unique eyes as she looked up at the full moon glaring down on the clearing and him. The pearly glow of the moon added an unearthly glow to his unnaturally pale skin and fair features. The moonlight highlighted his aristocratic features gently. His trousers clung to strong tone legs and once polished boots.
As the wind died down his gaze fell back to his sleeve where a few drops of blood stained his wide sleeve just before his cuffs. A frown marred his angelic features as he lifted his wrist daintily to his face and lightly brushed a elegant finger over the stains. He sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest. Not far from here the wind took away the scent of freshly turned soil, the reason he was here, as well as the reason for his stained sleeve. And usually he was such a neat eater. It had to have been the fact the man struggled more than the others, yes, that was it because he, Dimitri Monfort, was not a sloppy eater, he prided him-self on that fact. Thank you very much.
The silver haired male finished the quick scan of the glade before he unfolded his hands and went to the tree that held his cane, beside the topless cane was a slim blade tainted red. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and picked the dragon hilted sword and wiped it clean before picking the ebony and sliding and locking the pieces together. He tucked the cane in the crock of his arm as he gently folded the cloth and placed it in his vest pocket and then reached for his long coat to slip it on. He froze.
The wind shifted back his way again and he caught the scent of wolf and tensed. Mentally he swore. If he was just getting the wind that meant that the werewolf had time to catch his scent on the wind a moment before. He turned and looked around more closely. Lavender eyes narrowed as he slowly looked at the shadows and trees trying to find a sign that someone was there. It was so very possible that there was something lurking nearby. He was alert now. The games were on pause until he knew if he was clear or not.
Though it wasn’t like Dimitri would let a mere wolf get the upper hand on him, he did not like surprises. Those usually ended bad for either him or the other person. He didn’t want to take the chance of him being the victim here. The coven leader stepped away from the trees into the light once more, each step silent, with the stalking grace of a tiger on the prowl. The soft music of the rustling leaves was interrupted by the sound of a breaking twig, he whirled around with a soft hiss before he froze blinking. “A Rabbit”, he said a little indignant. He straightened and scoffed hissing scaring the bunny back into the trees. Turning away he pulled his coat on muttered a few colorful words that would make a sailor proud. But he froze again. This time he knew, that sensation was no rabbit. He smirked. So finally someone was there to play with. He turned his head looking in the direction he sensed another, lavender eyes sharp and curious.
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Post by anna on Jan 19, 2011 21:11:58 GMT -5
Night was falling, the sky growing darker with every second that passed, and the golden sun had been replaced by the silver light of the moon. The world was quiet now, except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the quiet song of the crickets that hid in the bushes. Most of the villagers had gone into their homes now, sitting in front of the warm fireplaces, perhaps with a mug of cider. There was one girl, however, that did not follow this example. While the others were snuggled away in their cozy houses, she was far from home.
Anna staggered through the woods, panting, breaths coming heavily. She would have blended in better if it weren’t for her golden hair. It stood out like wildfire among the dark trees, seeming to glow in the soft moonlight. Her face was pale, a ghostly white, and her lungs ached, feeling like they might burst. She had to keep going though, she had to. She wanted to stop and catch her breath, but that was not an option. She knew that she must keep moving, as she was still much too close to the village. If she were to collapse here, she would be putting people’s lives at risk, and nobody deserved such a fate.
As Anna ran through the trees, twigs and branches snagged at the hem of her blue dress, ripping the fabric, tearing the cloth. She should have planned better. Why had she worn this dress today, today of all days? It was her favorite. She should have at least made time to change. Oh, but those cinnamon biscuits she had stolen were worth it, worth the loss of time... Anna let her thoughts trail off, knowing she had far worse things to worry about than ruining her clothing, far worse.
Her heart was pounding, beating heavily in her chest, throbbing against her ribcage, but she kept going. Just a little farther. She had to get a little farther. Her legs were becoming harder to move, and she could feel her muscles weakening. She was running out of time, something she never seemed to have enough of. Sometime she wished she could make it stop, turn the wheels back a bit, push them forward. Of course, she knew this was impossible, and so, anxiously, she cast her blue eyes up toward the sky. She could just glimpse the rising moon between the treetops. The large orb glowed eerily, illuminating the dark sky. It was full tonight.
A sharp stab of pain caught the young girl off guard, a jolt passing through her body. The rhythm of her footsteps faltered, and she came to an abrupt halt. As she did so, her foot caught on a root of one of the old oak trees, sending her flying forward. With a gasp, she stumbled into the clearing, falling through the undergrowth that separated the open space from the rest of the forest, and landed hard on her knees. She let out a quiet cry, trying to struggle back to her feet, but found she was unable too, found she was too weak. Her body wouldn’t do what she wanted anymore, slowly shutting down.
It was only then that Anna realized she wasn’t along, that there was another person out here. But that was impossible. Everyone should have been back in the village. What sane person would dare to wander out into the forest, especially at night? Her frightened blue eyes searched her surroundings, and then finally rested on a man. He stood a good distance in front of her, and for a moment Anna found herself praying that he hadn’t seen her. She knew he had though, because just as she thought that, his head turned in her direction, silvery-white hair blowing in the icy breeze. A shiver passed through her body as she felt his gaze on her and she quickly lowered her eyes, staring down at the grass beneath her. She took a few deep breaths, trying to regain some of her composure, or at least enough to tell this man that he needed to leave, return to his home, wherever that may be.
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Post by Dimitri Monfort on Jan 21, 2011 12:07:01 GMT -5
After the rabbit ran off it was suddenly clear he would not be alone to long. The sound of something pushing through the bushes before crashing into the open caught his sensitive ears. The sound of a wildly pounding heart and heavy labored breathing filled the glade. If it wasn’t followed by the reek of a wolf he might have shuddered in utter delight. But no, this was no human racing through the forest. He hadn’t turned to face the female, for it smell clearly female, but glanced back and caught sight of the grounded werewolf.
Slowly the silver haired male turned and when he faced her completely he leaned his weight on the cane with both hands, the cane before him. He looked relaxed despite the situation. Then again it was very rare for Dimitri to become emotional, unless he wanted to be or he was mad. At the moment this sad little creature on the ground was no bother to him. Though she could quickly become a source of entertainment for the bored vampire, he was in a sour mood with his ruined shirt after all. A little laugh could do him a world of good and he did like playing with the weak. At the moment she was near her change, what a better target. He could evade a changed werewolf, strategy was his game after all. He was not a coven leader because of his good looks after all.
Her fears washed over him but this time he was not excited or pleased but rather irritated. She feared for him, HIM. A joke, this must be some joke. His brows snapped together and lavender eyes darkened as they narrowed looking over at the tattered woman. She must be under the impression he was mortal, what a foolish child. She was so intent on running away from the village that she was not using her senses. It was a reckless move. How many reckless children of the moon was he destined to come across? Barely a month before he came across the girl at the fountain and now this pathetic little thing. He scoffed and looked away from her as though the sight of her disgusted him. And she did. There was one thing he engrained into the minds of his followers, and that was to always be alert and aware. He constantly tested their awareness, because he knew too well the dangers that lurked out there. It seemed the local wolves lacked that insight. Perhaps they were just the beasts they turned into after all. Pathetic.
Dimitri turned his cool lavender eyes on her and moved closer with a slowly growing smirk. “Well, well, well, what have we here. A lost little pup, It seems I find to many of your lot these days. Such a sad sight”, he almost purred. He was smug, yes and that was the point. He wanted to entice some emotion from her other than panic. Panic was so predictable. It made people do the same things, never nothing new. No he hated that emotion, he liked fear, anger, helplessness, confusion, passion, lust, and other such unpredictable emotions. Those were emotions that made him look to the next night. But panic left him searching for that spark. It was so rare to find that blessed spark he longed for. Of course he doubted this tattered blue gilded heap was going to be that spark but he was always up for stirring emotions. And changing wolves were oh so sensitive.
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