the shadow land

[ancalime]

peryn sat by the campfier, he was a ranger in the wherewolf kingdom and was stationed out by the border to spy on the human army that was sendt out to destroy all creatures of the night in the area.he watched the landscape while eating flesh from a deer he had shot with hes bow earlyer the same day. suddenly hes ears raises and he looked towards the forrest behind him seeing someone standing in the shadows.

[-Angevin-]

[align=center]”Pour qui la cloche sonne, la mort vient sur les ailes rapides”[/align]

[align=justify:c1289bcde4]Romania had long been mentioned in the whispers of legend, of death…darkness…wolf and bat. Where wars were waged between brothers, and blood spilled on hallowed soil; long bereft of holiness and priestly sanctions that even the church had long forsaken the shadowy lands of Romania- where the shadows of the Carpathians cursed the lands below with a menacing leer.  Angevin had traveled from France, swiftly the journey of days were nothing more than a few meager seconds in the Unlife of a vampire… time had no meaning, for ever second to her seemed like an eternity. In her heart, there was only one goal, to rid the earth of these ‘children’ of Gaia, the wolves of shadow. Already many had fallen to her blade; even the ruby stains caressed the metal in strange accolade of her purpose. Perhaps not all of them were evil, then each had the very nature to be more than a plague to the kindred… natural enemies never became allies; a harsh truth surely, but one that could not be overlooked with a nonchalant soul, let alone sympatric heart.

There was no telling where her brother had vanished off to in the shroud of midnight, the rolling fog smothering him from view, leaving her wandering through the mists like the ghosts which taunted her every move, caressed those leathered limbs in a tourniquet of darkness. Even the death-masked moon shimmered down with melancholy, the silhouette of forest tainted with the silvery illumination of moonlight and shadow- half mitigated by the satin of ‘lacet noir’… haunting in all somber soliloquy of sadness; a lachrymose for bereaving requiem. It had been only by accident, would she appear to purposely be standing in the shadows as elegant left hand rose to move a swaying branch that obscured and obstructed her view and passing- to come across one of those so vehemently loathed by her kind, and certainly feared by all mortal. Left hand sweeping against the leathered swathe of concaved naval to furl around the hilt of Scimitar… digits gripping with trenchant adoration.

Knowing she had been detected as ear and muzzle moved in predator motion to the very direction where she was now standing. Two steps made, bringing her into total view of the stranger to reveal those monochromatic features in tapestry of black cascading rivulets flowing over shoulders. The moonlight caught in twin black, asphodel crescents like a sunset of smoldering frankincense- sanguine apertures pursing into a nefarious smirk. This time, for sheer sportsmanship… Angevin would grant him the first move in the game of elaborate chess… though… if he was smart… he would make sure their paths did not cross in combat but instead fleeing through the forest far swifter than the wings of Death himself. [/align:c1289bcde4]

[ancalime]

at first peryn just looked this person ower. what are you doing here undead? you know this land belongs to the wolf people. now go away, my buisnis here has nothing to do with the vampier race. a chilling wind blew and peryn smelled innto the wind and could scent humans aprotching. where soon not alone here vampier

[-Angevin-]

[align=justify:51b8ec0a19]A demurred smirk rolled over those rubicund lips, icy alpine winds stroking along the contour of chin in sharp caress- the Lo and Behold… what did she care who’s land this one, it was more than obvious Wolf nor Vampire had any respect for territory after all the Carpathians were being swarmed with the furry flea bags; and what of his words? They were nothing any honorable vampire would consider let alone respect, for merely, werewolves were nothing but escaped slaves that had pretty much bred out any reverence that may have remained. Angevin gave a nonchalant shrug, lithe shoulders shifting upwards before head cocked to the side with blithe attitude. Nigrescent flambeaus burning on the creatures very visage, having to wonder how it managed to maintain its humanity when the beast usually hurls it into frenzy- even the oldest of its race did not manage this without the expenditure of gnosis?

Intonation giving an ushered scoffing snort- what did she care of humans, they were nothing but cattle to be harvested; barely worthy of even acknowledgement other than for food, to drain the very essence from like one would squeeze an orange. Yet it incurred a slender ravenesque brow to arch, not bothering to ask the question and simply remove the scimitar from its resting place… she may be of the Undead, but he could just as soon join that little equation. With tongue sliding into cheek, a playful expression crossing beauteous features, frozen in seizure to mimic the feigned reaction of horror; pretense. Angevin’s voice in harmonic dulcet timbre rich with Romanian and French accent ”Oh…dear me!” Left hand rising to pat against her cheek before that arm fell to her sides with an abruptness that only a soldier would know ”You think I care, eh! Your land, my land… their land- wars have been waged over land, blood has been spilled over land; I care not for your business! But I plenty care for mine."

Another blatant nonchalant shrug given ”I care not for humans, their pettiness is their fall not to mention their frail mortality- they are sheep and we are the wolves. So to speak, and then again- it is your kind far more loathed and despised than mine; perhaps they come to remove your tongue before blessing you with their silver affection? Then again, why do I not make swift work of them and return to discuss our business?” A cold smile over apertures… it was more than obvious he was not afraid or her, and should be more than obvious she was not even remotely trepid about him nor cared she had intruded on his little picnic. ”Oooh, and I am creepy with dead deer!” Malevolent midnight mirrors casting down towards his meal like stabbing daggers- it could just as easily been a human he was chewing on and Angevin wouldn’t even blink an eyelid. [/align:51b8ec0a19]

[ancalime]

excuse me for a while peryn said to this vampier. he lifted hes bow and quickly fierd two arows innto the forrest at hes side before he jumped up in a tree in the same direcktion. a few seckonds later screams could be heard. then there was silence for a time before peryn walked back out carying on dead man. damn human spies, atleast they taste good. he throwed the body beside hes fier and then looked back at the vampier, still on guard in case she would atack. well what about you dont medle in my buisnis here and i stay out of yourse whatever that is, the name is peryn by the way and may i ask for yourse?

[-Angevin-]

[align=center]'Je souhaite voir plus derrière ces yeux, plus de cette tragédie intérieure par les yeux d'un ange'[/align]

[align=justify:81d87a67ec]As entertaining as it were, the bow, the screaming and the sudden burst of action from the object of her abhorrence, then again, were there not larger wolves to fry? There was always a cunning motive behind Angevin’s intentions and demeanor; always something a little more sinister than one whom had their wits about them would never trust. She was a killer, a cold-hearted, merciless killer with no conscience. Humanity nothing but a sobriquet long worn to the winter. She had slaughtered many wolves, many humans and many vampires- would the world mourn yet another or would she simply not bother this one and leave him to his vices… spare one for charity, so to speak? The body draped over shoulder was simply meat, another soul left to haunt the crags of the Carpathians, shrouded in fog, Danse Macabre beneath the moonlight, along with countless hapless phantoms, forgotten to the world.

There was something different here, Angevin was intrigued in finding out the answer to this newly discovered little revelation about the species, of what made him so different from all the other mindless wolves out there hell-bent on digging their teeth to throat and tearing essence asunder- tooth and claw, that was the law of these cruel and brutal parts. Forward with word, at least there was a sense of articulate intelligence that aroused a retort from Angevin, regardless of how acidic and sardonic it may have sounded, there was no means in her spirit to remove such things when they were of course so openly felt. ”Ah little wolf, you may howl at the moon but you see it brings the melody to this blood of mine. I hunt your kind- not for sport, but pleasure.” Cardinal apertures curling into a macabre simper, exposing the satirical apexes of elongated canines while scimitar tapped against thigh in swathed leather ”As I see your business involves in the kill… perhaps it is best we leave our business to a time better suited?”

Left divine eyelid slowly closing to exhibit a playful and jesting wink, long lashes fluttering only to flash open as the sound of a twig snapped from the quarters of westward shadows were the tapestry of forest sighed- and the wind whispered with the spectral voices of spirits; atramentous eyes darting to the direction of the sound SNAP!’ another broke their silence. Hand gripping around the hilt of dagger as her voice spoke lowly… only intended for them to hear ”Expecting company or is this just an open banquet?” Surely the thick scent of blood would have aroused other ravenous monsters of the night?[/align:81d87a67ec]

[ancalime]

little wolf peryn thaught to himself, this vampier havent heard of me thats for sure. peryn broke of the arm on the body and started to bite of flesh from it. he then heard more sounds from the forrest behind the vampier. im not expecting anyone. and sence you ask im guesing its not friends of yourse. atleast they dont smell like vampiers. to be honest i havent smelled this kind of creature before. you eger to find out? well seems we dont have any choise because its definetly coming this way. peryn stands up holding hes bow ready again incase this new creature where violently intended

[-Angevin-]

[align=justify:3dfb78fbc2]Casually shoulders shifted upwards in nonchalant shrug, it was feasible that since they were neither his friends nor hers there was only one remedy, death. Hand retracting the blade from its leathered sheath, silver-reflections drifting over the scalpel sharp edge causing it to heinously grin within the pale moonfire ”The name is Angevin… Angevin DeLaCroix, remember it well because it shall not be the last time you hear it, especially amongst your kind.” sinisterly smiling, nigrescent eyes flashing in the shimmering darkness, reflecting the experiences seen, lived and taken to death- taken to her very grave, as shallow as it were.[/align:3dfb78fbc2]

[mod:3dfb78fbc2] I kept this post short until you come back =) [/mod:3dfb78fbc2]