Birth of a vampiric paradise!

Away in Bhim, a cloaked golden 'dragon felt something happening far away. With a quick gust of her wings, she was airborne and flying swiftly to where she had felt it from. As she approached the island, she saw the red mist and the dying plants. Stopping short, she surveyed what was happening and a wicked smile crossed her face. "Geez, Sieben, can't belive you did it."
With a silent gust, she had landed on the island. Her eyes surveyed once again what was happening on the island. She tramped about a bit before throwing back her head and laughing loudly. "ok, Sieben, you sly dog! Show yourself!" she was still laughing uncontrollably. Tvim was so happy to be here right now. She threw off the cloak that she had been using to hide her features from others and the sun in Bhim.

 

Jahhar was working in Janardan on a homework assignment--some paperwork. However, as Jahhar was finishing, he suddenly sensed something, something new. Something tugged on an inner part of his body. Something was lulling his diseased self out into the open, something that Jahhar couldn't describe. Jahhar's phone rang, he picked it up.
"Jahhar... do you?-" came Sabata's voice. Sabata was Jahhar's brother, stricken with the same disease.
"Yes, I do," replied Jahhar softly, both fearful and excited. "Where are you?"
"Near Janardan."
"Meet me in the hideout near Janardan, let's rent a jet and track down this source." Jahhar's plan was a wild one, yet strangely enough, Jahhar didn't care, even stranger, Sabata agreed with the plan.

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Auraron had been meditating deep in a jungle. Suddenly, his concentration wavered. He sensed something, some sort of aura of blood? Auraron, however, maintained a high sense of self-control. His diseased side had virtually no control over him. Auraron brushed his thoughts aside and continued his meditation. Relaxed once again...

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Jahhar and Sabata met silently. Without a word, they opened a vault containing many riches stored up by the Teslo family over the years the family had been around. Riches which had almost been lost forever when the Teslo family was supposedly eradicated.

 

Tvim turned quickly as Sieben came up behind her. She felt him wrap his arms about her and as he pulled away she turned to him, hands on her hips, laughing slightly. As she turned to face him, one of her feet got a bit tangled in the cloak. "Hah! I felt the pull of this place is more like it my friend. So is this supposed to attract others with the 'disease' or is it only aimed at me?" she questioned quickly, perfectly aware that at this point in time, they were the only ones currently here.

 

she laughed out loud at his suggestion. "I'll come with you. Tt'd be a shame if I was to romp around and encounter an unchanged area by accident." she gazed over at the feeding 'dragon and then quickly caught up to Sieben. She followed him back to temple. To her, it seemed more like a bloody room. She stood in the doorway looking disdainfully down at the dead girls and blood on the floor. Chuckling slightly "Geez! sieben, one would have thought you would do a bit of house cleaning if you were expecting company." But considering that there was very little time for a vampire to feed outside of this paradise, she dropped to her knees and scooped up a bit of the blood, depositing it into her mouth in a tiny stream.

 

Shadow had sensed something that morning in his flat, Khumdap however seemed to be at ease despite the thick air covering the place. It was a pulling feeling like a call for him to come.

Like birds fly south for the winter shadow found himself aloft, not knowing where he was going yet knowing his destination was near. He had brought his dear pet along with him, if only because the feline has insisted in her usual way. Khumdap luckily had a head for heights, quite happy in her little bubble that soared beside him.

The island appeared suddenly, a red ominous cloud shrouding much of the scenery. was this hell? or heaven? Shadow whined as he fluttered down to the ground. The bubble popped releasing his panther like creature from the magics, but she didnt move. She was frozen to the spot.

Blood.

everywhere, everything was blood. the rivers, the tree, the dark crimson grass that was beneath his toes. A nervous swallow, the hunger bubbling in his stomach was unbearable, this was in a way paradise.

But shadow, didn't want to be a vampire. He had people to think about he had his pet to care for, he wasn't like the monsters...

the walk to the large foreboding building he had spotted was difficult, even his furry friend was having troubles. a thill feeding at the river gave him the perfect oppurtunity to ask who made this place.

"s'cuse me, i ask of the master of this...place"

 

Shadows heart ached, the poor creature didnt know of life like he led it. Could she feel the things he did now? could she feel love, to more than her master? He could feel tears pricking his eyeballs. How could one live without the mortals around them? How could so many give up all their human desires in just one bite...?

She was no older than himself, and what sickened him was the school uniform. innocence so tainted by the blood she wiped onto the skirt. He wanted to make her living again - wanted to make her see what the world could be like. But it would be no use... she was a shell of the person she would have been before and she was drunk on the rich, delicous blood that filled the banks.

The master would be at the temple and he could hazard a guess who it was... afterall this 'child' of his was there too last time they met.

Khumdap growled suddenly as the thill slumped by a blood filled tree, her black tail swishing angriliy. She didnt think much of being surprised. Soothing tones were whispered to her, calming her down considerably.

The femmes icy eyes closed and shadow turned to go to the temple his wings taking flight with his bubbled pet. it was only a few hundred metres away - but he so wished to be away from the tempting ground. And landing on the temple grounds he soon ran inside - fearful he might pause for a drink.

It was there his eyes cropped up on the master, and he found himself frozen, unlike Khumdap who continued to go towards the being sniffing at an aged paw.

 

The black jet tore through the sky at incredible speeds, leaving a wake in the water behind it. It had been airborne for a long while since it had taken off not far from Janardan.

After withdrawing some riches, Jahhar and Sabata had rented a jet. None of Jahhars or Sabata's siblings had been told of this scheme. Yet, neither Sabata or Jahhar seemed worried about such matters. They were more concerned with what had aroused such sudden feelings, as if their vampiric side was eager to show its hideous face again.

Niether dragon spoke until the island appeared on the horizon. A small portion of the island seemed to have a dark red aura of mist surrounding it
"What is it?..." questioned Jahhar.

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Without a word of reply, Sabata landed the jet on the water near a beach of one side of the island, the side opposite of the misty red aura--the side of the island which was still normal. Jahhar carried on his legs his eclipse blades, on his back, the Teslo's prized sun katana. Sabata carried a pair of butterfly knives and a handgun. The two jumped out of the jet and waded through the water onto the beach. From there, they cautiously entered the jungle.

 

Ooc: Hope you don't mind of I join ^_^


Who:
Celeste Tsaulaj - Bipedal

Ic:


Celeste ran through the small city, holding that small shining ring from that the female teenager back there had had.
"Yes! Another gem for my collection! I hope this is worth something..." She whispered to herself, giving a cold-hearted laugh. "My oh my, these people are pethetic. I need some COMPETITION! Yesyes"

She spread the long dragonlike wings and took off into the sky in a short burst, and landed atop a roof. She gazed at the ring. It didn't seem very formal, probably something a parent would give thier daughter for thier hatchday. She blew some air from her nose in disgust. Some people were so spoiled, and some even moreso. They didn't have to fend for themselves, stealing to make a living, AND have to live with a curse at the same time. She frowned, just remembering all this. Then, she sensed something. Something...she didn't know what it was, all she knew was that she felt as though she needed to find it. She stood up to her full height, and spread her wings once again.
"I'll find that...whatever it is. Maybe theres something...worth my time there..."


And with that, she took off, to where, she didn't really know. She would just let her own instincts guide her...

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Just thought I might have a bash at some RP again ;) Hope you don't mind me butting in here (:

Who: Ivumo Rauts (Bipedal)
Shanu Amsesi (Bipedal) <-- Half Vamp virgin</td></tr></table>




Was he still dreaming? Or was that scent real? Scarlet oculars shot open, casually inspecting the misty enclosure, piercing deeply into the perpetual blackness outside in case there was someone out there - again. Ivumo's eyes fell to the ground, locating his bag of trinkets; no sooner had he lay eyes upon his 'treasures', tall ears locked on a reverberation, one which only emanated from the jail cell of the heart. Cocking his head sideways, he failed to notice his large hands instinctively press on the trodden dirt of Vivuli, encouraging his giant frame to stand,

<span style='color:red'>Stand to your master...</span>

A voice called to him; it could have been his own, but it sounded distinctly... younger. Glaring at nothing to his right, he felt his whole upper body tense at the prospect of someone, or something, possibly being HIS master,

<span style='color:red'>No one owns me...</span>

Whispering the sharp, rebellious tones to himself, blood-like infused eyes darted in all directions, merely confirming his inner feelings. No one was anywhere near him. With a thousand, curtailed thoughts sparking off in an uninterrupted flow of propositions so as to explain the noise, and the scent...; where was that coming from anyway? Ivumo sniffed hard, taking in two massive lungs-full, making his skin crawl with anticipation. His long, crimson fur trembled with the epidermal vibrations snaking up and down his frame. His neck curled back into a sharp arch as a sensation of renewal suffused the suppressed spiny beast inside him. He massacred a handful in no time the last time it got out of control... Swiftly coming to realize he may lose it altogether, again, Ivumo reversed the blood-lust reaction. Leaning forward, blinking hard to clear his mind of the surges and jets of blood he could feel pounding against his body, he snatched up his leathery bag, snapped the straps over one shoulder, and under the other arm, and tied the remainder through the steel loops he'd worked into it last week. Casting one last glance at his 'home', wings unlocked from mid-back in unanimity, disrupting the bag briefly, and into their full span. The fact the bone tip of his left wing collided with the tree against which he always slept, leaving a deep, serrated impression, didn't bother him whatsoever. Crouching down low, his legs sprung him back up, launching him high into the muggy sky, whereupon disciplined wings took it from there, thrusting the 12 foot giant directly at the scent toying with his demonic side.



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<span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu sat up abruptly from her quilted pillows, staring in a unique confusion toward the ceiling of her dorm. Her right hand rubbed a portion of the delicate, virginal white sheets between her fingers, while her left hand held the trimmed duvet Dumu had given her yesterday evening. He visited momentarily with the sizeable bag and given it to her as a present, because he'd overheard her area of the Academy was having a shortage of bedding. The glossy ceiling simply reflected a blurry image of her royal blue self; the golden-tipped strand of hair, which she had brushed back, gradually slid in front of her right eye again. Partially crossing her eyes to look at it, a smile began to form about her features, blowing a short gust of air at it out the corner of her mouth, making it sway.

Without warning, the feeling came again - a little stronger this time. Her head started to buzz, and her petite ears started to ring. Shanu shook her head in the hope to rid herself of the annoyance, but all she got was the batting of the gold pierced through her left ear. Whispering softly, </span>

<span style='color:white'>Mm... I need some air.</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>The last word trailed off gently. Her breath clung to the roof of her mouth, like something tacky. Pink tongue pressed a gap between her lips to run across the surface in an attempt to moisten them, then Shanu swallowed hard. Satisfied that she could breath properly now, the 13 year old shifted under the duvet to swing her legs out and for her feet to land quietly against the white, fluffy carpet. The most irritating thing about sleeping with jeans, she found, especially the loose kind, was that she would often step on the heel end, making it rather uncomfortable to walk. It happened again... the tip of her tail burst into a loud magenta colour. A heat rose from her stomach, through her lungs, working its way into her throat, and finally erupted from her usually extremely reserved mouth,</span>

<span style='color:white'>STOP IT!</span><span style='color:skyblue'> She had brought her hands up in short-lived fury, but her vision had vanished during that moment, then instantly returned with her natural senses. Shanu tripped backwards from the stupid jeans, however, she broke her fall against the wall. Terror welled up in her eyes. She'd never gotten angry before. Not like that anyway. And it was only ever at something important. Kicking her heels forward to have all of her feet on the floor, she tried to step away from the wall, quivering with fear. She hardly took one step forward before she couldn't move. Her arms were pinned behind her in such a way that, if there were a male in the room, he'd think she was coming on to him, because having one's chest that far forward wouldn't have been normal. Not for her, anyway. This thought never crossed her mind, nor did any others of that kind. Glancing behind her to see what had stopped her, Shanu saw the claws on both paws had gripped deeply into the wall, refusing to let go. Leaning forward sharply, the plaster eventually gave way, leaving chunks of white, powdery stuff stuck on her claws. Shanu tilted her head to one side in dismay at it; the strand crossing right over her vision to obscure her other eye. Shuffling a few more feet forward to rest on the bed again, she shook her paws a few times, but they weren't shifting. In the end, the innocent half-vampire, for all intents and purposes, pushed one chunk off with the other, allowing them to fall onto the carpet silently. Leaning backward over her brother's present, Shanu grabbed her large, golden necklace with encrusted diamonds and with the engraved image of two 'dragons, their tails entwined, facing each other, their hands outstretched to grip a sword. On it was written the word "Doujpap". It meant everything to her, but she hadn't worn it in several weeks. The feel of the cold gold against her skin and fur would definitely refresh her.

Her fingers had barely gripped about the aztec-esque style chain part of the necklace when another sharp twang caused her to bolt up. Thankfully, her heavy jewellery and connection to her brother sat firmly in her paw. But that feeling needed answering. Straightening up her tank top, Shanu stood to her full 6 feet, fastening the necklace securely around her soft neck, then exited her dorm in some haste. The entrance to Janardan was some ways off. Shanu ran briskly down the halls, ducking past innumerable other 'dragons. A couple males stood back - only because they didn't want her to know they were staring. But what they didn't know she knew wouldn't hurt them. Finally, pushing the doors out to let the cool air blow against her gentle features, Shanu kept running into the jungle, the necklace jumping up and down, clinking and ringing more purely than two pieces of the most well tempered metal on Ramath. Her mind was elsewhere, trying to come to some kind of conclusion as to what it was she had felt, but a new factor came into play. The scent of blood. However, Shanu just licked her lips, because she thought she'd bitten herself again - totally oblivious.</span>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>I hope you don't mind me butting in too^^
Who:Ryokko
Wearing:A Violet shirt that says, 'Shoot me now.'on the front and 'I dare ya to try'on the back, with blue jeans</td></tr></table>


Ryokko was confused. One moment she was in Bhim, the next to she was flying to only god knows where. But as she flew, something became strong. It was the overpowering smell of blood. As she flew she saw islands, but none were the source, until she came upon one. The blood smell came from here. She gazed upon the island. "<span style='color:blue'>How can islands smell of blood? Is it a trap?</span>" she said aloud. It appeared small from this high up, and well forested. She flew closer, it was bigger than what she saw. Her hair flew around like wild snakes, trying to breath this high up, but Ryokko was used to it, after years of flying. Her silver eyes took in everything on the island. Yes, defiantly, there were more vampires there. Much more than she had hoped, and more coming. She sighed, he breath making fog from the cold of the hight.

Her wing muscles began to ache, so she flew closer, and landed wrong. She flew herself right into a tree. She rubbed the bump on her head she'd given herself. And spat out the leaves she'd gotten in her mouth. She shook her head sadly, and sat back against the tree, just in time to see a pair walking deeper into the forest. Curious she watched them. She had to work fast here, if she were to keep her life, well, as much life as a vampire had anyway. She knew, that they might not like eavesdroppers, and so she flew back to the shore, to gaze upon the water, and await the arrival of the fellow vampires. She felt like singing, it was a hobby she had next to her skills, such as jewelry making, and Jemdrull.

She could smell them, they were faint, but she knew they were coming, much like herself, as she came. She shook her head, another misadventure of Ryokko was about to unfold.

 

Tvim had drunken much more blood than she had had a mind too. Not only that, but in spite of herself, she had been kneeling at Sieben's feet. As she saw Khumdap, she paused and looked behind her. A smile crossed her slightly glazed over face. "Shadow! how nice of you to join us!" she said stumbling over her words slightly. Standing, she wiped the back of her paw against her mouth, stopping the little rivulets from coursing any farther down her chin. She took a few bumbling steps towards Shadow. "I haven't seen you for ages! And, yet, here you are!" she seemed to be bumbling like a drunken fool, asnd in fact, she tripped over her own self and ended up falling back towards Sieben. She laughed slightly, almost enjoying the fact that she was spotted with blood. But, truth be told, one could not blame her, considering that virgin blood had a stronger effect on her than most.

 

Shadow found the gaze of the master on his face and he instinctively bowed his eyes down. Whether he hated what he was he still had manners and he would use them. He carefully watched the paw of Sieben reach out to the feline, but a certain thill interluded if not a little drunkenly - on the virgin blood that invaded his nostrils.

He remembered Tvim and how they had been on the same wavelength all that time ago. But - just now - it seemed that she had embraced her disease and given in to the taste and the hunger. Tvims' welcome did at least snap him from his little bubble of self pity, even letting a small smile escape him as she stumbled around. She fell back, luckily being supported by Sieben. before he made his way towards him with Khumdap following curiously behind.

Those words from the master still rung in his head... him the second favourite? he had never been a favourite with anyone... not even himself. Oh how his heart screamed then -a large part of him just wanting to give his loyalty for those kind words to him and another part telling him that he had to remain strong and be his own.

But when he looked at his pet so happily frisking around the master he felt as though somepart wished to follow him like khumdap was - to be his loyal dog at his side. He was so confused...

How was it that the master seemed to know just what was going through his mind, knowing how he felt, and his battles? Was it that obvious? Shadows watched Sieben intently now - waiting for some sort of words of wisdom or something - anything.

A black ear twitched as he heard the pounding of an other landing some distance off. How many more would come? It was then that he felt that for once - he was better than some of the vampires travelling here - he was the second favourite. But who was the first? Was it Tvim or that girl he had passed earlier? She did after smell of the master, suggesting she was with him frequently if not constantly.

who is your first?

Shadows deep voice asked, a quivering at the end as he found himself almost excited to be so close to the master, He wished to find out who this first was... who was his better?

 

As Celeste drew closer, she looked at the island. Because of her days pinpointing small things nobody else seemed to notice, this was an easy targer for her. She folded her long dragonlike wings in a bit, and seemed to divebomb to it, and landed simply on the ground, really, wherever she felt like.

She drew up to her full height once again, and turned all around, trying to get a sense of, really, whatever this WAS. She began to walk along in the same direction she had felt a pull toward, and saw the...big, what looked like a lake, of blood!

"Oh...wow" she said simply. She didn't want to be noticed much, she doubted she would aswell, and sat down, watching for others a short distance off, and began to play with her long hair. It had gotten messy with flight, so she pulled most of it over her chest and began to braid it, still muchso listening for others.

When she was done with her hair, she looked back up. Why was it she was so calm, when really alot of other people would be panicking. THAT, she may never know. All she could do now would be to wait, and maybe sucker some valuable objects off someone...

 

Tvim giggled like a schoolgirl as Sieben caught her. But as the couch formed behind her, she began to regain some of her sense and gave Shadow a more proper greeting as she settled herself on the cushion. "Shadow! I apologize for my behaviour earlier. It was just that..." and she waved her paw towards the blood that was pooling now on the floor. "Well, it's virgin's blood" she said a bit sing-songy as though she wasn't entirely sober yet and as if that simple scentence would explain everything.