Legion looked at the woman who had spoken. Seemingly, as if from the shadows. A war. Legion had never been in a war before. It seemed fun. From a deadly angle that is. Legion wanted to speak to the woman. Become a creature of the night. For everyone, well, a good percentage, were vampires. Legion was awestruck. He wanted to become one. A night walker.
First meeting.
- Thread starter Rayana
- Start date
The little blonde girl sat up in bed, blue-green eyes wide. She looked around, feeling a nervous flutter in her stomach. It felt like something was calling her, pulling her into the center of the city. She looked at Alexiel, wondering if she should wake the mortal up. The seven-year-old decided against, it, though. There was no need to wake the teenager up.
Climbing out of her bed, Catherine grabbed a sweatshirt and put on some clothes instead of pajamas. She slipped her shoes on and quietly slipped out the door. Hopefully, if Alexiel woke up, she would just think she was out with Jira, since he seemed to be missing as well.
The little girl ran toward where she felt she was being called. Upon seeing people in the distance, she forced her little legs to move faster. Once she reached the market place, she looked around, seeing a few familiar faces and hearing a familiar voice.
When she spotted Jira, though, she ran to him. As she heard a familiar voice mention a war, she wasn't sure what to think. Like many of the others here, she hadn't been in a war before, or even a real fight. She was only seven, though, what could be expected of her?
"What war?" Catherine questioned quietly, clinging to Jira's robe.
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Cordelia looked to Loriana, a small smile on her face. She looked at all the people who were arriving and watched as little Catherine raced through everyone to get to Jira. Another smile graced her lips — that little girl really did look up to that violent boy. It was actually kind of cute, in a way.
She looked to Sasha and made a gesture that said to be quiet for now. She looked around again, not really knowing many of the people here. Either way, she would find out what this gathering was about eventually.
''I have called you all here to discuss what some of you are part of.... You are all here because of the coven and a coming war that most of you are not aware of.''
The twenty-year-old smiled upon hearing Rayana's voice say this. She had found out about the war the day she had met Aage herself during that little encounter. A full out war would be much more satisfying than just throwing a rock at his head. "WOO HOO! You know I'm in!" Cordelia shouted. She did a little dance in her spot. A war would be so much fun!
As long as her children stayed safe. If anyone dared to mess with her children, they were going down! That counted for Catherine, too. That girl was a grandchild of sorts to her, since Jira had turned her and the twenty-year-old had turned Jira.
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Setsuna blinked. Coven? War? He didn't know what a coven was, or a war. He had only been alive for a while, not the five years he looked. And in that amount of time, well, he hadn't exactly learned what a war was.
And a coven? He hadn't been a vampire for long enough to know what that was, either. "I don't get it..." he said softly, tugging on his mother's coat. She seemed exciting about it... but the word 'war' didn't exactly sound kind...
Climbing out of her bed, Catherine grabbed a sweatshirt and put on some clothes instead of pajamas. She slipped her shoes on and quietly slipped out the door. Hopefully, if Alexiel woke up, she would just think she was out with Jira, since he seemed to be missing as well.
The little girl ran toward where she felt she was being called. Upon seeing people in the distance, she forced her little legs to move faster. Once she reached the market place, she looked around, seeing a few familiar faces and hearing a familiar voice.
When she spotted Jira, though, she ran to him. As she heard a familiar voice mention a war, she wasn't sure what to think. Like many of the others here, she hadn't been in a war before, or even a real fight. She was only seven, though, what could be expected of her?
"What war?" Catherine questioned quietly, clinging to Jira's robe.
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Cordelia looked to Loriana, a small smile on her face. She looked at all the people who were arriving and watched as little Catherine raced through everyone to get to Jira. Another smile graced her lips — that little girl really did look up to that violent boy. It was actually kind of cute, in a way.
She looked to Sasha and made a gesture that said to be quiet for now. She looked around again, not really knowing many of the people here. Either way, she would find out what this gathering was about eventually.
''I have called you all here to discuss what some of you are part of.... You are all here because of the coven and a coming war that most of you are not aware of.''
The twenty-year-old smiled upon hearing Rayana's voice say this. She had found out about the war the day she had met Aage herself during that little encounter. A full out war would be much more satisfying than just throwing a rock at his head. "WOO HOO! You know I'm in!" Cordelia shouted. She did a little dance in her spot. A war would be so much fun!
As long as her children stayed safe. If anyone dared to mess with her children, they were going down! That counted for Catherine, too. That girl was a grandchild of sorts to her, since Jira had turned her and the twenty-year-old had turned Jira.
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Setsuna blinked. Coven? War? He didn't know what a coven was, or a war. He had only been alive for a while, not the five years he looked. And in that amount of time, well, he hadn't exactly learned what a war was.
And a coven? He hadn't been a vampire for long enough to know what that was, either. "I don't get it..." he said softly, tugging on his mother's coat. She seemed exciting about it... but the word 'war' didn't exactly sound kind...
Ears twitched at the word war and attention went completely to the elder. Tail twitched lazily behind her. Seeing a child run up and to Jira she watched with interest, that horribly hidden be the fact she was a creature and the actions that showed such things were very hard to supress.
She kew lttle of war, except plenty died and she had no experience what so ever in it. It would be interesting thing to see, and even be in. She did not voice her thughts, not yet at least.
She kew lttle of war, except plenty died and she had no experience what so ever in it. It would be interesting thing to see, and even be in. She did not voice her thughts, not yet at least.
Rayana was in the perfect mood to talk about war, both nostalgic and ruthless. She had never been a real killer but she knew when to put her doubts aside. The black haired woman swept a cold gaze over those assembled at her call. She crossed her arms and tapped an idle rythm on her arms, slow and unbothered. She had been in various wars and knew what she was talking about. It wasn't as cracked up as everyone made it seem to be. It made gentle men become monsters, it made innocent blood flow for the sake of an unreachable ideal. She had lost more than she wanted to admit to such a thing called 'war'. It took three letters to condemn a man to a gruesome death. It took less than a once of metal to end the life of the warriors. Nobody ever could wash the blood that fell on their hands, be it friend or foe, because everone bled, one way or another. Safety was something seldom seen and hope was a rare threat. The only thing keeping you on the front line was the soldier next to you because you needed to fight for him or her. War was hopeless.
"Some of you have never shed blood in the intent to kill, some of you never saw blood shed to spare a life." She said. "Some of you will be killed before you even reach the battlefield."
All that had been said in a detached voice, but a measure of pain could be nearly felt behind the unmistaken mask. Her emotions were too hidden for it to be natural, she was controlling it with a skill only acquired over years of practice and losses. This woman was not just an elder, she was a soldier, a leader and had been the commander to a now dead squad and none had died of old age. She knew what she was talking about, war could not be described with the word fun, it never should be.
"War should not be taken lightly and none should be subjected to it, but here we are now, talking about such grave matters as the next massacre." The black haired vampire continued. "I have more blood on my hands than anyone of you probably ever will have."
Indeed, but there was not much more to add to that statement. She bit one of her fingers before making a small rune into the air. It said one thing, reveal. And reveal it did. tiny pink lines started to paint themselve across her skin, scars. She had one that had gone through her right eye and that went through the entirity of the lenght of her face. It had to have been a grave wound to even leave a scar. Her previously black eyes how had to different colors, a glassy light grey without a pupil and the other as black as night. She might have lost the sight in that eye, but through blood magics, she had managed to replace it, mostly. The deadened look remained though. She dropped her hood then and the scars marring her nearly flwaless skin came into view into the moonlight. She had some across her right cheek as if cats had scratched her face. She lacked one finger on her left hand too.
"I was young at the time I got these." She said indicating to the visible scars on her face. "I had been fighting for what I had been believing in."
She straightened and looked every vampire, creature or human in the eye one by one. She wanted them to understand the seriousness of it all. They could not jump at the occasion to go to war because it sounded cool.
"There is a master vampire that has no intention of backing down, one that has tortured countless innocents." She said seriously. "We must unite or we will perish at his hand."
Loriana had been listening intently to what the older woman was talking about. The young redhead had not ever been a witness to such atrocities, she had been into fights sure, but never to the scale of what the vampire was implying. She gasped when the scars were revealed and inched her way closer to Cordelia.
"Some of you have never shed blood in the intent to kill, some of you never saw blood shed to spare a life." She said. "Some of you will be killed before you even reach the battlefield."
All that had been said in a detached voice, but a measure of pain could be nearly felt behind the unmistaken mask. Her emotions were too hidden for it to be natural, she was controlling it with a skill only acquired over years of practice and losses. This woman was not just an elder, she was a soldier, a leader and had been the commander to a now dead squad and none had died of old age. She knew what she was talking about, war could not be described with the word fun, it never should be.
"War should not be taken lightly and none should be subjected to it, but here we are now, talking about such grave matters as the next massacre." The black haired vampire continued. "I have more blood on my hands than anyone of you probably ever will have."
Indeed, but there was not much more to add to that statement. She bit one of her fingers before making a small rune into the air. It said one thing, reveal. And reveal it did. tiny pink lines started to paint themselve across her skin, scars. She had one that had gone through her right eye and that went through the entirity of the lenght of her face. It had to have been a grave wound to even leave a scar. Her previously black eyes how had to different colors, a glassy light grey without a pupil and the other as black as night. She might have lost the sight in that eye, but through blood magics, she had managed to replace it, mostly. The deadened look remained though. She dropped her hood then and the scars marring her nearly flwaless skin came into view into the moonlight. She had some across her right cheek as if cats had scratched her face. She lacked one finger on her left hand too.
"I was young at the time I got these." She said indicating to the visible scars on her face. "I had been fighting for what I had been believing in."
She straightened and looked every vampire, creature or human in the eye one by one. She wanted them to understand the seriousness of it all. They could not jump at the occasion to go to war because it sounded cool.
"There is a master vampire that has no intention of backing down, one that has tortured countless innocents." She said seriously. "We must unite or we will perish at his hand."
Loriana had been listening intently to what the older woman was talking about. The young redhead had not ever been a witness to such atrocities, she had been into fights sure, but never to the scale of what the vampire was implying. She gasped when the scars were revealed and inched her way closer to Cordelia.
Jira looked back a devilish and almost insane glare in his own eye, his masters had never let him join any war as a secret weapon, though he definetly fit the profile. "When do we leave??" He asked in a sadistic voice showing he was in! Wanting to make sure he would be prepared wanting to stock up on something larger then just pistols if really going to war, he had so much to learn before then.
He was almost finished with his training in Australia at least and then there was becoming the embodiment of Orochi! Or pure evil was his second goal. He believed himself within the grasp of both all he needed to do was probably go into this war to gain the second ability and be around that many deaths and be the cause for the killings.
Jira had scars of his own from certain people who he considered as equals, now thats not a big number but from the scares under his robes along his equally flawless body they would be visible just as Rayana's but he would not show them, they had the feel of war almost as if he had been in one though he had never touched such a battle field but had been in gang wars and other kinds of wars for land or large field assassins in which the victim would hire at least a good 100 for him to slay.
He was almost finished with his training in Australia at least and then there was becoming the embodiment of Orochi! Or pure evil was his second goal. He believed himself within the grasp of both all he needed to do was probably go into this war to gain the second ability and be around that many deaths and be the cause for the killings.
Jira had scars of his own from certain people who he considered as equals, now thats not a big number but from the scares under his robes along his equally flawless body they would be visible just as Rayana's but he would not show them, they had the feel of war almost as if he had been in one though he had never touched such a battle field but had been in gang wars and other kinds of wars for land or large field assassins in which the victim would hire at least a good 100 for him to slay.
Another vampire finally arrived, he had come by roof top, and landed lightly amongst the group. He was an older one, older then almost everyone there, and to his knowledge only Rayana was older then him. As Wrath landed, he let his blood magic flow out, no longer would he hide in another's guise, so he returned to his true body. The tall, dark hair lanky teenager changed. He grew shorter, but wider in the muscles, more muscular, and his dark hair turned to a blonde so pale it was almost white. Wrath stood before them, he was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants. He nodded slightly to Rayana, and the other handful there that he knew. Then he turned to the others, as he leaned against a nearby wall.
"Sorry I'm late Rayana, I was tracking down that final survivor of my family, he's still managed to elude me, but not for long. So, we're going to war. Well I can't say it isn't to be expected, but I had hoped I could pass a couple of centruries before being thrown back into such a Hell, but no matter. I bear scars, like you, and I'll stand by you in this war, win or lose, I'll fight til I die, which we both know in a war is more then likely for most of us. So, are these the recruits."
Wrath turned to look at the rest, revealing for the first time his eyes, his terrible eyes, permanently tinted red from near constant bloodlust, Wrath's eyes had seen the terrors of war, betrayal, death, and torture, and beheld the own twitsed destruction that he had unleashed on his own family and all their descendants. As he looked at them, his left hand fell lightly to the sword at his waist, fingering the hilt and tracing the etchings.
"Sorry I'm late Rayana, I was tracking down that final survivor of my family, he's still managed to elude me, but not for long. So, we're going to war. Well I can't say it isn't to be expected, but I had hoped I could pass a couple of centruries before being thrown back into such a Hell, but no matter. I bear scars, like you, and I'll stand by you in this war, win or lose, I'll fight til I die, which we both know in a war is more then likely for most of us. So, are these the recruits."
Wrath turned to look at the rest, revealing for the first time his eyes, his terrible eyes, permanently tinted red from near constant bloodlust, Wrath's eyes had seen the terrors of war, betrayal, death, and torture, and beheld the own twitsed destruction that he had unleashed on his own family and all their descendants. As he looked at them, his left hand fell lightly to the sword at his waist, fingering the hilt and tracing the etchings.
Evol watched everything with interest. She knew little of war, she'd readily would admit but would willingly fight if asked. She had little training though, having not gone to trai with anyone other than to fight the odd person on a new moon. Wings shifted restlessly as she looked upon the many scars marring the elders features.
When the other older vampire arrived attention was obviously shifted towards him. She listened to the male with enough attention. When he let a hand drop towards his sword she had to turn her large head to keep from lettng others seeng that lips had pulled back to bare teeth. She tried to mask this by nipping at a feather in her wings, pulling it out.
Standing she stretched out but did not sit down again. Claws scrapped against the ground and for a minute it was a painful sound, easily seen from the twitching of ears. Unlike others who had fought she held no old fighting scar. Her only enemy didnt often touch her, and whenhe did the scars were never seen. Turning back she looked at Wrath and no longer looked away.
When the other older vampire arrived attention was obviously shifted towards him. She listened to the male with enough attention. When he let a hand drop towards his sword she had to turn her large head to keep from lettng others seeng that lips had pulled back to bare teeth. She tried to mask this by nipping at a feather in her wings, pulling it out.
Standing she stretched out but did not sit down again. Claws scrapped against the ground and for a minute it was a painful sound, easily seen from the twitching of ears. Unlike others who had fought she held no old fighting scar. Her only enemy didnt often touch her, and whenhe did the scars were never seen. Turning back she looked at Wrath and no longer looked away.
Wrath glanced down at the vampiric lioness, returning her baleful stare with one of his own, unaffected by her scratching claws, for what was that noise compared to the sounds made by your own family as you torture them night in and night out, denying them death, offering only pain. Without breaking his gaze, he adressed Rayana, "So Rayana, what do we know about this guy, name, favorite hang outs, area of control, number and power of minions, how much intel do we have on this guy, and please don't tell me that we're walking into this war blind."
The elder vampire snorted and waved a lazy hand in front of her face, erasing any trace of scars.
''Of course not, This guy as you called him is called Aage, he the oldest vampire alive, he likes to inhabit areas devoid of human life.'' She supplied. ''Those areas have been diminishing for the last few hundred years at an astounding rate and I know for a fact that antartica is out of the question for him.''
She sneered, for a vampire as old as Aage was, he was such a pansy when it came to real cold, it was amazing.
''Area of control? Just about most of the vampire world.'' She continued. ''About two hundred thousand young vampires as his personal slaves, with a few older ones.''
That had been said with a small smirk, one that said she had a plan to even the odds, that and they would not be going on a full out war, they would be killing his support one vampire at a time. That battle she talked about would come later, when they would have a lot more vampires on their side. That and they had the advantage of a force of unknown numbers that were trained warriors and had been for generations. But they still weren't enough to kill Aage once and for all.
''We will have to gather the support of the masses if we want to beat him.''
''Of course not, This guy as you called him is called Aage, he the oldest vampire alive, he likes to inhabit areas devoid of human life.'' She supplied. ''Those areas have been diminishing for the last few hundred years at an astounding rate and I know for a fact that antartica is out of the question for him.''
She sneered, for a vampire as old as Aage was, he was such a pansy when it came to real cold, it was amazing.
''Area of control? Just about most of the vampire world.'' She continued. ''About two hundred thousand young vampires as his personal slaves, with a few older ones.''
That had been said with a small smirk, one that said she had a plan to even the odds, that and they would not be going on a full out war, they would be killing his support one vampire at a time. That battle she talked about would come later, when they would have a lot more vampires on their side. That and they had the advantage of a force of unknown numbers that were trained warriors and had been for generations. But they still weren't enough to kill Aage once and for all.
''We will have to gather the support of the masses if we want to beat him.''
Jira smirked. "No one said that some of us did not have armies, though mine are younger there out there." He said as the presence of vampires came from the desolated city windows and street's alley's there was a large amount of them barely scratching the hundreds as Jira's first blood lust and he had no want to control it in case such a situation would happen. Such a soulless heart he had using the innocent and turning them into slaves "Their pathetic in my opinion but if you can find a use for them then take them, and then who is our first target then since we are thinning the odds." He said looking toward her without emotion