<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400 px><div align="left">Timestamp. Late Tessera 81381/Early Mia 81382 - nighttime Character. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=689Leehara Sislon</a> Wearing. navy blue tanktop, black dungarees, black high tops, bells around wrists, ankles and neck. Rating. <span style='color:red'>NC-17</span> Warnings. Cursing, Gore, Graphic Sex, Bondage - warnings will be added as needed Notes. Private for http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showuser=3710Black Fire Phoenix</a> <span style='color:orange'>DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.</span> </div><div align="justify"> As of right now Leah hated 'dragons, she hated their trivial small talk, their easy nature around one another, their carefree heads, their warmth, and most of all their pulse. That was all she had been hearing as she tried her best to quickly get out of the red light district. Anyone of them would make a decent meal, but she wasn't hungry so much as she was out of her mind, she was sure she wanted blood, and she was sure it had to be Anubi. <span style='color:purple'>"Oh this is so stupid, just pick one of them, god knows half the bouncers must have some Anubi in them,"</span> She muttered to herself. But she was past the point where her body was listening to her brain, she sniffed the air and tried to find something promising, sifting through all of the sleaze and smoke. She thought she caught something very promising and began to run towards it, the bells that had been tied to her jingling and ringing with every step she took. Leah slowed as her target came into view, female, diminutive, nearly choking on that certain brand of black magic that made her most definitely Anubi. <span style='color:purple'>Alright, socialize Leah, be friendly, it's not hard...</span> She thought to herself Upon opening her eyes she saw the thill looking at her, she was barely more than a child, maybe sixteen or seventeen at most. Jeeze she hated feeding on the young ones, but at the moment it was all she could do to keep from tackling the girl and feeding on her right in plain sight, most 'dragons didn't care so much about Vampdragons, but their habits were disgusting at best in their eyes. She walked up to the Anubi, the bells jingling in an almost friendly way. She wasn't entirely sure what it was she said, but in no time she had the girl smiling, laughing and even following her as she casually walked down the sidewalk. They got closer to the residential section and out of view of the clubs and street stalls. That was when she struck, covering the thill's mouth she slashed at her throat with a razor sharp nail and let the life drift out of the thill before feeding on her, when the blood didn't flow fast enough from the slash she ripped at the flesh around the collar bone and front of the neck, trying not to waste a drop. She pulled away and let the corpse fall to the ground with a thud, wiping her maw, not that it did much good, there was blood up her forearms, on her chest and stomach, her wings, her shirt and jeans were stained something awful. <span style='color:purple'>"What a mess,"</span> She said to the air. Cradling the body she took to the sky and flew towards the woods just on the outskirts of the city, depositing it in a shallow ditch and burying it. She said the proper Anubial rights quickly - in all honesty she hadn't meant to kill her or mangle her in such a way, it was the least she could do. Bending backwards she pulled her wings back into her body and shuddered as the final point concealed itself between her shoulder blades. She jogged out of the woods, towards the direction she assumed to be where her apartment was located. The bells seemed to ring louder with every step she took. She broke through the trees and was struck with a bright light. This was not where she lived, in fact it was nowhere near where she lived, it was in quite the opposite direction. She'd just walked into the thick of the Black Market, she took in her surroundings, it didn't seem like anyone had seen her yet. That was when she noticed the arden staring at her, and she was sure it was her imagination, but was he coming closer? <span style='color:purple'>"Well shit,"</span> </div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>Run </span>he thought to himself as he dashed furiously in attempt to flee the authorities after him. he jumped another rooftop, and landed with a satisfying thud. It didn't seem like he was being chased, but he was in no mood to take risks; he thrived on the adrenaline in his system. he felt a brush of wind and looked out into the night, a dark figure hung in the air. Not uncommon but certainly out of place it flew towards the forest, and his keen nose picked up what it was so very accustomed to...blood. He took a deep breath and caught another wiff of it, vague, but it was there. He was pretty sure it was anubi too. what came to him as a shock tho, was the sudden jolt of energy he picked up on. there was darkness in the air. The scent began to fade, and he snapped back from his thoughts. <span style='color:green'> follow it, perhaps there's kinsmen or at least an ally whom I can persuade to assist me. </span> at least he told himself that. But deep down he knew he craved a challange this night, and something about that energy called to him, something fowl. he followed the trail and eventually had to make do on the ground rather than roofs. Thats when he spotted her. her high top and dungarees practically blended her with the night, but he saw her. He heard her too, the jingling of bells came from every point on her body, a subtle but noticable whitenoise. but what rang out most was her wings retracting into her body. He felt it. He felt the energy flowing off of her, his guts screamed it to him. Judging by the amount of blood, she had either been attacked, or had just finished attacking something. irrelivant to him, but if it where the later of the two, he would at last have a challange on his hands. or at least a very interesting conversation. His yellow eyes locked on to her, calmly but surely, he made his aproach, his hands ready to release his magic if needed. this indeed was going to be an interesting night </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width="400"><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"> No, he was most definitely coming closer, and despite her currently bloody state, he didn't seem to be deterred. <span style='color:purple'>How strange...</span> She picked up quite quickly that he was very confident, the way he walked suggested that he was near positive he could overpower her if need be, which was entirely possible, but as possible as it may have been, it was just as improbable. With every step he took closer to her she mirrored him and stepped back, if he was going to try anything funny she didn't want it to be in public, the authorities were less than sympathetic to Vamdragons that weren't at Neurotech. When she felt sure that she was at least far enough back into the woods she stopped and waited for him to come to her, but in the mean time... <span style='color:purple'>You don't happen to have any cigarettes, do you?</span> There wasn't anything that she got out of the infernal things, they couldn't harm her due to her current state, but there was something about them that she just couldn't resist. She could keep herself away from them, but about now Leah was pretty sure it would put her in a slightly better mood. Maybe. </div></td></tr></table> <img src=http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k81/Rathskeller/LeahBottom.jpg></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Her words caught him off gaurd as he continued to proceed towards her. Truth was he did have a couple of cigarrettes. Foul as they where he had done worse to himself in the past. he began to pull one out of his back pocket when he was again caught off gaurd. she was bloody, but not from battle. she had been feeding. he could now see her bloodsoaked canines through the moonlight that dimly cascaded passed the trees. <span style='color:green'>vampdragon...bags...bloody friggin vampdragons,</span>he thought to himself, now coming to a halt. It wasn't that he disliked the monsters, after all he often considered himself one. It was more his upbringing, his father had despized them out of envy, said that it was cheating, that they should die like any other and that they where unfairly blessed with a closeness to black magic. Medivh himself was not one to believe such things, especially given that it was a disease that made them what they were, but he still held a small kindling of dislike of them from his fathers blood. he starred at her for a moment, she was actually quite beautiful with blood on her, in a very obscure way. he suddenly had a thought that was equally obscure. He wanted to see her reaction. He conitnued to put his hand inside the pocket, and with his thumb, pricked his index finger enough to draw blood. His finger found the tip of a cigarette and let his finger bleed into it, until he felt that the 'flavor' of it was thouroughly tinted with his blood. he pulled it out of his pocket and twirled it in his fingers. <span style='color:green'>as a matter of fact,</span> he said at last approaching arms length from her <span style='color:green'>I do.</span> he held his hand outstretched to her, the blood tinted cigarette between his fingers. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> As soon as the arden pricked his finger Leah could forsee what he was about to do. She watched with interest as she waited, and readily took the cigarette from the arden. She examined it between her thin fingers. <span style='color:purple'>"I can't tell if you're trying to be a gentleman, or just happen to be stupid,"</span> she remarked, rolling the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger. She brought her tail around to light the cigarette, but half way through her action, thought better of it, magic, blood, and carcinogens usually didn't mix. She felt around in her front right pocket for her lighter. Pulling it out, the Vampdragon was quite surprised when she tried to get a flame that blood had clotted in the small straw that reached into the lighter fluid. She rolled her eyes and moved rapdily so she was behind the arden. She could see from his back pocket where the cigarettes were, but she couldn't see a lighter or a book of matches. Leah took the hand where he had pricked his finger and sniffed. Looking for something... <span style='color:purple'>"I don't suppose you like me enough to lend me a light do you?"</span> she said, Leah could smell the black magic in him, not to mention something slightly less than savory about his background, she just wasn't sure what it was. </div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='color:green'>"But of course,"</span> he said, making it sound as though it would be blasphemy if he didn't. he didn't turn to face her. instead he twirled his fingers inside his jacket and revealed to himself a cold silver lighter engraved with his families crest. This was so much fun, he could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, the temptation to lash out at the danger was intoxicating, he relished in the excitement. <span style='color:green'>"how could i not, for such a pretty thrill such as yourself?"</span> he lit the lighter and let it dance as he twirled it and fiddled with it through his fingers. <span style='color:green'>Stupidity is not in my best intrest with you i think, though i think you'll find i can be very far from a 'gentle'man."</span> he faced her and held the flame out. <span style='color:green'>"Dinner was good i take it. you seemed to have enjoyed yourself,"</span> he said, teasing her. he was unsure whether she would become his ally or enemy, but this was already proving to be a game which he was enjoying. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Smirking when he called her pretty, she raised and eyebrow at his comment about being a gentleman. <span style='color:purple'>"You'd better hope you stay a gentleman for your own sake,"</span> She was in a rather violent mood to say the best. She lit the cigarette and took a drag. It tasted absolutely disgusting. Leah wasn't sure exactly what it was, she was sure these things weren't supposed to taste like a gourmet meal, but still. <span style='color:purple'>"Either these are really cheap cigarettes or you taste foul,"</span> she said, peeling the filter off to reveal an blood free cigarette, it didn't change the taste by much, but she had less of an urge to wretch. She was about to take another drag, when the arden commented on her dinner. Eyes flashing, she closed the space between them and looked up at him. Just because she was short did not make her any less threatening. <span style='color:purple'>"You, dear sir, are a tactless bastard,"</span> she hissed, and flicked some of the ash from her cigarette on to his fur. It wasn't a fair action on her part, but she was still in a mood. </div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He didn't flinch as she, like lightning, closed the distance between them. as the ash hit his fur, he felt a surge of excitement pulse through him. she was agitated, she was hostile, she was arrogant. He loved every inch of it, he wanted her to strike first, to see who's will would fall first to their bloody inhebriation. <span style='color:green'>"Sir, yes; Tactless, yes; but bastard? i think not. I warned you I was far from a gentlemen, you ignored my heed. But you my dear are far from one to comment on my stature in society, yes? one such as you who is often regarded as just as disgusting as my blood. Not to mention your social graces are far from wonderful, you'd think being undoubtedly alive so long you would've at least picked up some manners." </span> His toying arrogant tone suddenly lost all kindness, and he gazed straight into her eyes, and said his next words with such sincere icy threat to it, that it would sent a nightmare into cowering.<span style='color:green'> "You are not the only thing that stalks the night. Old as no doubt you are, the taint in my blood is as ancient, black, and deadly as the night itself." </span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Mentally, Leah calmed, 'dragons inquiring after her meals she did not take kindly to, 'dragons insulting her lack of manners however, she was more than used to. Outwardly she still appeared to be simmering, internally she still desperately wanted to strike him, but she would stand down. Tilting her head downward she drew a breath and forced out her wings at such a speed for the process that she couldn't help it as her aura slipped out as well. <span style='color:purple'>"I know full well that I'm viewed as disgusting, in fact, I'm sick, I know it too,"</span> she said, fist fights were more her thing, but she was confident that if she didn't have enough snark, she could be crass enough to anger the arden enough so he might strike first. <span style='color:purple'>"If the taint in your blood is so ancient, then perhaps you might divulge me in information such as your name, but I must say you are wrong. The night is not deadly, it has only been a friend to me since it freed me from ancient Anubian stereotypes, niceties, and hierarchies,"</span> She said, walking around the arden, slowly, dragging a finger along his upper back, making sure that every time she took a step the sound of slave-bells rang clear. </div></td></tr></table> /div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Her nail taunted him as it ran up his spine, it teased him, taunted him. It was a sick twist of pleasure and frustration that flared through him now. she was good at the game. But still he stood his ground, never faltering, never flinching.<span style='color:green'>"in other words it became your weapon. we know what hides in the darkness are monsters... like you and I. You should know not to let your guard down in the heat of the night, for though it may be friendly, the night has a tendency to eat its own."</span> As her wings flung out of her, and her aura escaped it was all he could do to not groan in excitement. a ferocious dance had begun. <span style='color:green'>" A name though, I think we're moving to fast. we've only just met,"</span> he teased flirtatiously. <span style='color:green'>"But i think, given circumstances i'll give you some indulgence. My name is Medivh, practationer of the black arts, summoner of nightmares, and a profit of sorts. as for a last name, I'm afraid that i myself through a chain of events, don't know it. But that was an elegant display of your power, i think it gives me at least a little bit of entitlement to your name?"</span> Slowly, he pulled his cerimony knife from his belt and cut the top of his wrists. he let the blood flow down into his plams where the tatoos of summoning waited. he muttered in deamonic and with a sucking sound, a black tar like substance began spurring from his hands. Some of it fell to the ground and began latching itself to his legs, the rest gradually grew until both his arms bathed in the substance. it started molding to his form, defining his muscles, in a rubbery looking solidity. he could feel the creatures teeth sinking in him. all the while he did not move. when the creature had at last finished welding itself to him, he turned and faced her. She was not the only one with strength to display. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:purple'>"Leah,"</span> Unlike Medivh she didn't feel the need to throw around her name with all the dramatic titles that could have been attached, unlike most dark sorcerers, she was not quite as arrogant as that. Still behind him when he pulled out his knife and cut himself, Leah rolled her eyes, when she had pulled out her wings she hadn't meant it as a power play, it was defensive, chances were that in the air she was much faster, being smaller and more lightly built than he and whatever true monster he called for. <span style='color:purple'>You think that I am a monster.</span> Personally, she had never felt like she really was, but hey, it was his entitlement to think what he wanted of her. </div></td></tr></table> </div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry it's so short >_></td></tr></table>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"Precautionary measures,"</span> he said, as though it where nothing. <span style='color:green'>"can't having you running around with an unfair advantage now can I? And you are a monster i garuantee that. I admit my practices are selfish, but they don't require sacralige like yours do. I don't go killing simply because i'm hungry. ever hear of a blood bank? i certainly hope your dinner tasted better than me at least. what was it this time hmm? a side of student? a slice of shop merchant? maybe a drink of mother? or even a bite of child maybe? do you even care of the innocence to destroy? who are you to patronize me?"</span> He was no longer enjoying this. Her calm exterior irritated him. If she thought she had advantage by air he was wrong, though he could not fly, he could most certainly chase. he was not in a mood to lose, and he was also in no mood to be critisized by a being much more monsterous than he. <span style='color:green'>"Bloody vampdragons."</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> Leah laughed, one of those laughs that went from near genuine to near crazy. She could tell that not only had he struck something within her, but also within himself, he found her so repulsive that it angered him. She didn't even have to do any work this time. But of course she'd heard of blood banks, the only snag with those was they did all but ask for your head on a platter if you wanted to be on their regimen, not only that, but the cost was ridiculous for the private ones, and the public ones could have you sent right to Neurotech if they so chose. So all in all, it was simply a better idea to siphon blood off of living beings, the law was kinder than science. <span style='color:purple'>"So what do you think it would take for me to tear the magic off your skin?"</span> She asked, running her index finger down the length of his spine. </div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>More effort than it would take me to turn you into a fur rug in my familys estate, like so many other vampdragons. but if i'm not mistaken, you just threatened me, didn't you. why would you want to do that, since you seem to be having so much fun fondeling my flesh."</span> She had after all been running her fingers up his back for a good two minuets now. the last comment he made was meant to get her to stop, but he couldn't help but throw in a playful euphimism. She was fare to look upon, to bad she had shown herself to be a neusance. The symbiote that surrounded his arms and legs, yearned for its opponent, it craved the blood of the enemy. he could feel its tiny jaws sucking, nursing, off his blood, no more than a leech, but enough for it to be noticible if he focused on it; So instead of wishful thinking of intimacy, he focused on that. "Soon...Soon." OOC: srry its so late </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"> <table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">Leah sighed heavily, she wasn't in the mood for violence or sex, which while rare, happened on occasion. Taking a step back, she opened her mouth to insult Medivh, but then thought better of it, shut her mouth, and took another step back. <span style='color:purple'>"I'm not interested in fighting you, chances are maybe slightly in my favor, but I don't want to take that chance, i've led an interesting and varied life, death too, I don't intend on giving that up just yet. When I do, I'll be sure to call you."</span> She said. She turned away from the arden and looked up at the sky. Leah desperately wanted to get home and change, her shirt and her jeans had plastered themselves to her and the blood had matted her fur beneath. <span style='color:purple'>That's what I'll do, go home, have a cold shower, then a nice hot soak, then change, and go to sleep.</span> The thourhg of it made her hug herself and smile. <span style='color:purple'>"This is pointless, I want to go home."</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> home is not a likely option, he thought to himself. the formalities where drawing thin, and the parasite he'd given himself was beginning to crave larger portions of his blood. he could feel the tension flowing through the air. the wisp of the wind through trees. it had to be now. She was strong, he could practically breath her aura. it had to be now. Now or the hunt had been pointless. now. <span style='color:green'>" i regret to inform you,"</span> he said taking a bow <span style='color:green'>" that unless you make your way through me, you'll most likely be spending your nights in the hospital. not that you, being a vamp, would really have any reason to be there, but you will be in a great deal of agony for a short period of time at least."</span> Without further ado, he struck. Unleashing the power of the creature that manifested him. he dash past her like lightning and sent a rubbery black tentacle, hurling towards her in place of his hand. this night she would earn her eternal life. or be left in utter agony. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align=Justify>Medivh lashed out at her with whatever he had coated his body with. Leah was fast, but so was it, what could have been his hand was replaced with a thick black tendril of the monster around him. She shuddered, not in repulsion or pain, but in a way that showed a pleasurable edge of violence where she wasn't sure if she could get away. It could have been frightening, but she was really beyond that by now, she'd never fought anyone who's magic had been inherited so tightly. She was probably out of her league, she had almost no magic in her, he had more than enough. She was super-human strong, but then so were his spells. She was fast, but she couldn't count that he might not be just as fast. <span style='color:purple'>"I have gotten myself into a royal mess,"</span> she said from where she knelt, the tentacle of the spell was wrapped around just below her left elbow, it could render her dominant hand useless for days if he pulled too hard. An idea crossed her mind, she didn't think it could work, but she could change 'dragons into what she was, and her blood killed most creatures that could not change and adapt to a vampire version of itself. It only took a little bit of her own blood in their flesh... She swallowed hard, she really was not in the mood to lose her left arm below the elbow, she'd never lost a limb, and she wasn't sure how fully it might grow back, or even heal, this was black magic she was messing with. She slashed down the line of her right ring finger with the thumb of the same hand and then drew both bloodied fingers across the horrible spell.</div></td></tr></table> </div><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry I'm so late with this, we just finished taking the state tests for school >_></td></tr></table>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> At the smell of blood the creature creature sucked harder on his flesh. it felt like a thousand needles had struck his arm. it had tasted her blood, just a small bit, not enough to satisfy it. to the creature, medivh was taunting it. Taunting it and then not giving it its bone; So in return, it chewed harder on his flesh. He'd have to send this creature back soon. he just needed to control it just a little longer...just a little. He tightened his grip around her arm, and released his other hands tentacle at her right elbow. if he could pin her, he could end this quickly. But she was drawing her own blood. he had never fought a Vampdragon before, perhaps he should give her a false sense of hope. Yes... that would be it, he'd see what her little plan was and when it proved futile he'd finish her off. <span style='color:green'>"I regret to inform you,"</span> he snarked <span style='color:green'>"that the only thing royal, will be your cold royal blue blood that drains throughout the night!"</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="Justify">Leah felt her aura trickle out around her, it was much like slowly realizing one was wet, slightly uncomfortable, slightly annoying, and incredibly useless. Whatever the creature had done, it must have done something much larger than she registered when it struck out at her, she shielded tightly, and she had shielded herself for so long, that it was like breathing, now everything was gone. She half expected herself to glow from the raw power and weight of age that was freely spilling around her. <span style='color:purple'>"My blood is red thank you very much."</span> she whispered. Medivh was close enough that Leah could feel him breathing, if she could free at least one hand she could win, at least, she hoped. She pushed herself off the ground with some of the otherworldly strength that Vampdragons possessed, and before she knew what she was doing, they were in the thick of the treetops that bordered the main district in the Black Market. Now she was pretty sure she had the upper hand, she could easily survive the more than thirty foot fall, she could also hold Medivh's weight almost endlessly.</div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He hung to her arms like a wolf on its lamb. As she stood on a branch in the trees, he hung from her constrained arms, Over the ground with more than a thirty foot drop below. The tides had turned in a blink of the eye, he was now the hunted. He struggled from his growing fear of falling, and it was the only thing that allowed him to endure, the symbiots horrid sucking. he could feel his arms starting to pop from their sockets. That pain combined with that of the nightmare manifestation, he could no longer endure the pain, and screamed a horrid howl. <span style='color:green'>"damn you!"</span> he shouted with a roar <span style='color:green'>"you vile cunt, i'll skin you at eat your flesh for breakfast!"</span>. The pain was blinding and eventually degraded his insults further to the point of lacking coherency. He had discovered the hard way, the price of his arrogance, he had been a fool, and now, he could think of nothing to save himself. and then it hit. It hit him like a brick wall, and he lost all control of his body. he was having a vision. The symbiote instantly released its grip and began bubbling and contracting to the point where it was reduced to nothing. Four gashes ran up his calfs and forearms, from where the creature had been feeding. He was naked, power wise, and was instantly sent into a freefall drop. But at the moment, medivh was hardly even concious. his mind sent flaring white hot images into his mind: a woman, teeth, blood, bells. The woman seemed familiar, but he could not place his finger on it. His vision suddenly went black. not the sort of black of sleep, but a black of eternity, yet he was still concious (somewhat). try as he may he could not brake free, and so he plummeted towards the ground. </div></td></tr></table></div>
