Alfred
Could you start us off please? ]
Morris
Please Try to keep ooc chat to a minimum in the RP channels.
Catherine
Still water mirrored the reflection of the vampress who stood along its edge. Viora let her palms extend past the golden trimmed hem of her black wool cloak to inspect the way in which the sun's rays danced along the pale skin of her unnaturally smooth hands. The subtle ridges of veins running along her long, slender fingers. Like mountains the raised skin casted delicate shadows along her hands. In its shadows there held a wonder, a question. Would there ever be anyone willing to traverse the unique topography that is Viora? 

Viora brought her piercingly golden irises to glide along the bank of the lake before her. Heightened senses picked up the sound of bugs crawling along blades of grass and losing their footing to fall prey to the hungry inhabitants of the seemingly black waters below. She had recently, and reluctantly, taken a vial of blood to her lips to keep the beastial hunger at bay. Her body yearned for it and she hated how good it tasted to her. How its viscosity was like that of the honey she's seen drip from hives freshly ravaged by wild bears. The vampress wondered if bears needed the honey to keep themselves satiated and calm in the same way she needs blood. Viora always wondered, secretly hoped that there was... Is... Someone or something out there that she could relate to or with to ease the deep sense of torment of loneliness that coiled round her heart and infected her to the very core. 

The warmth of the sun lulled her from the darkness of her thoughts. The vampress took out her other hand and in unison with the other, faced her palms up and brought them together to pool the light in her hands. The faintest smile lifted her darkly painted lips. The sun and its warmth always provided Viora with relief in remembrance that she is still human. Even if by only half, she can at least feel solace in that.
Alfred
_Light._





_and for a while, that was all that was sought out._ A Light to balance the Darkness that bent and sorrowed the one destined to carry such sacrifice. 

Blistering, wicked winds filled with hailing frost had been exchanged for smoother, gentler, more fair weather in the recent days. A flurry or two would come down from the cloud littered heavens above to kiss the reddened nose of the figure who stood idly within the clearing of the forest. Leaves were just barely hanging on to their branches in this late of the winter months, but, what remained was that of sanguine and maroon - deliciously colorful hues that warmly contrasted the disparity of the realm itself. The things that lived here were primal beings, things that demanded the upmost respect and perseverance. Hell, _even just passing through_ had taken a toll considering she had spent hours running circles around a pack of elk who had outwitted her not only once but twice. A blistered, calloused hand would come to grab a hold of the bows arches, smoothing of some snow that had compacted onto it earlier in the day - pushing it off with a slight huff that caused a little cloud of heat to come from their mouth, ".._Come on now.._" Food was something that was needed and it wasn't a bargain with Death either. It was one of the basic human necessities that each and every being needed in order to survive whether you were rich or poor. More flurries of snow would come dancing and prancing downward from their heavenly home, landing on the fur covered shoulders of the woman who remained tucked now behind a bush upon hearing steps approaching, "..." An idle gaze moved directly towards the sound itself that felt as though it reverberated off of each wooden trunk that was in its path. I't felt as though wildfire licked at the bottom of her boot covered feet as the sound approached closer and closer, that burning feeling pleading for her to take action but, she _refrained_ and waited. 
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However, when the baby blue eyes of the elf landed on the creature that had made the noise - it wasn't what she thought it was going to be. Instead, what stood in her wake was something not entirely human judging from the way it carried itself with such grace and poise through a dreadful environment. Goosebumps violently prickled at the porcelain flesh of chilled forearms that had begun to shake with the bow cocked and ready to fire - the arrow pointed directly at the non-human with envious duty. She would suck in a sharp breath as silently as she could muster in order to not be seen or heard though, she wouldn't have been surprised if they had seen her. The elven woman would take a half step backwards away from the brush that hid her with lowered, darkening brows as she tried to gauge exactly what that creature was.
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Catherine
The pool of sunshine captured in her hands broke into various waterfalls as its rays slid down the open spaces of her fingers, greeting the grass surrounding her. Pale hands took their place at her sides beneath the black wool cloak. The light crunch of the snow laden foliage beneath the step gave Viora the impression it was a woman. Lithe. A bow. Athletic. An Elf perhaps? She has only known and seen Elves to be archers. Viora's golden orbs slid behind heavy lids in tangent with a subtle turn of her neck towards the source of noise and found her speculations to be true. 
 
The vampress brought her forearms out past the black cloak, reaching up to slide the hood off her head and rest atop her shoulders. The accumulated snow broke off in various pieces to meet the ground or cling again to the cloak on its way down. Revealed was a 6 foot woman with long and thick silver hair slicked back from her forehead, ending past her shoulder blades. Viora's skin was fair in contrast with the dark makeup she chose to wear. High cheekbones, almond shaped eyes and pointed ears gave away that she was of vampiric nature though, to some, she would be mistaken as an Elf. In this situation, she had hoped for the latter. 

Viora stood now facing the hidden individual. Her hands were held up by her sides with their palms facing foward to show she was unarmed and posed no threat. Even from a distance, her black pointed fingernails could be seen in her sihllouette.
Alfred
_Everlasting Sunlight_





As the light bore down on the pair that was across from eachother, Arwen seemed to press further back into the brush and foliage that concealed herself. Leaves of autumnal colorings such as golds, maroons, and sanguine all contrasted the lovely flesh that was exposed at her neckline and collarbones, flickerings of black fur from the cloak that was being worn also smoothed over the lithe shoulders that were pushed under it. Eyes of crystalline waters flicked back towards the taller woman with uncertainty, there was something _off_ about the way that the stranger carried themselves so unlike an elf but, that was the best guess that Arwen had when it came to try to guess exactly what they were. An out of breath whine came from her chest as it heaved slightly with fingertips grasping at the bows bend, ready to send and arrow flying through the zephyr and into the other without falter if need be. It was evident that the elf hadn't had any water or food for quite sometime judging by the way her lips were chapped, cracked, and greying - her cheeks were sunken a twinge and as she lofted up both of her brows upon seeing that the other was unarmed, the would bite the edge of her tongue hard enough to force blood to the surface, the hot taste of iron rushing across her tongue momenatrliy in thought. She seemed distant and not willing to talk really. Still hidden by the majority of the bush and oak tree that she was by, the edges of her arrow trembling violently so in the chill of the air as a cloud of humid smoke poured past her nostrils when they flared. Arwen would cock her head to the side as if gesturing for the other woman to step back, darkening brows lowering promptly while in wait. 


What could be seen behind the bush was that of a young woman with pale skin of porcelain, hair that was pearl, and a golden elven mask that covered the left side of her face. She was adorned in a pair of black leather pants, white long sleeved tunic, and a black cloak that had been crafted of a wolfs-fur. A nervous breath came from Arwen as she tried to steady her breathing to be more level though, it was to no avail - the stranger really got under her skin for reasons that she couldn't explain. It felt like she was staring Death in the face, a heat came flooding to her cheeks, reddening them violently as she went to speak, voice hoarse and gruff, ".._Back._" She retorted in an accent that was like honey guarded by bees, ".._I said... Back.._" 
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Catherine
Low lying lids draped over golden irises that moved ever so slightly towards the source of the smell of blood. The beating heart that drummed nervously within the poorly hidden woman's chest only added to the clear sound of the blood rushing from the wound on the elven's tongue. The command given by the Elf flew like an arrow between them. Sharp and direct. The half vampress struggled to fight back the unconscious urge to hang her head low as she let a sigh escape her darkly painted lips. She shouldn't be surprised really. Everyone reacted the same so why? Why the disappointment? Why the hope in a possible reaction of curiosity instead of fear? Futile to even think about it and just do as the woman asks. 

Viora gave in to the urge to dip her head but not in solemn thought. This was the universal silent language to signify that she understood what was said to her. These silent ways of speaking were something she made her primary way of communication in the off chance she encountered someone. A rare occurrence she tries so desperately to avoid however deep down she yearns for it but can't ever seem to initiate it. Why would she? Enough of this. The half vampress pulled herself from falling into her thoughts by focusing on the warmth of the sun behind her as it kissed the back of her hands.

Viora lifted her head gently from its dipped position. Piercingly golden eyes set upon the elven's own hues. The thin black crown adorning her own forehead stole the stars that danced upon the idle waves of the lake beside her. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath her boots were hopefully loud enough to prove to the archer that Viora took a couple steps back whilst her palms remained open towards the elf. The half vampress wore an expression and stance akin to that of a statue while she patiently waited for the other to make their move.