Post by Druze on Oct 20, 2006 21:19:09 GMT -5
A vampire role play For Puppy Girl and myself. Enjoy. I may let you join...If I feel nice.
The war had started many years ago, the feud between lycan's and blood demons. Dave himself had been through enough to last his life time, and knew for a fact nothing would ever be over. His eyes glazed over slightly as he lost himself in thought. What time would bring to this mans small soul. He wasn't a vampire, but knew the life of many. He had followed them, and seen the fights. But as they stayed young and prime, he had slowly started to age. Many noticed, and questioned him, and other's just thought he was just moving on with things. The life of a vampire, my child is not stress free, and it will show, if not now eventually.
Feeling a slight breeze on the man's cheeks he turned to face the street, watching as the street car approached. The winter breeze was stronger and he felt a chill of cold air hit his bones, and he longed to be indoors. The man was a decent size and weight, but the coolness still got to him. Standing over most of the female crowed, he was just over 5'9". He was noticed easy even in the darken state of the night. He enjoyed that, and made sure most knew of it. His figure was far from an athlete's but nothing of an obese nature. 185 was his weight, and with his height it fit him nicely.
His eyes closed as he raised the couple steps onto the street car, his iced blue eyes peered at the car driver as he showed his pace. He moved the ear bud of his headphones to remove it "Could you please call out Streets Ville please" an over used voice asked. The driver nodded, the ear bud replaced, Dave moved down the street car and sat down. Only a couple people remained in the darkness of tonight, and it made him feel oddly comfortable. A smile rose across the pale man's lips and a soft sigh was released. He enjoyed his freedom, and nothing more could be shown.
A soft looking hand moved up to scratch at a piece of brown hair that fell into his eyes. He placed the hand back onto his lap as he leaned back half asleep. He lived during the night, just like any other immortal, but could secretly seize the day while the others hid away. None knew of his identify, and how he lied to them all, he was smart enough not to get caught, but he lived his own nature of torture. He longed to be immortal, and rid himself to a mortals' life. He needed the freedom, and you could easily find it when you looked deep into the man's eyes.
"Next Stop Street’s Ville" The street car driver called out. The man rose with a soft sigh and headed to wards the doors. He headed to his home, his place of relaxation and content, his misery, his life. What beheld him next, the man could not now, but no one ever really knows, tis that be the truth?
The war had started many years ago, the feud between lycan's and blood demons. Dave himself had been through enough to last his life time, and knew for a fact nothing would ever be over. His eyes glazed over slightly as he lost himself in thought. What time would bring to this mans small soul. He wasn't a vampire, but knew the life of many. He had followed them, and seen the fights. But as they stayed young and prime, he had slowly started to age. Many noticed, and questioned him, and other's just thought he was just moving on with things. The life of a vampire, my child is not stress free, and it will show, if not now eventually.
Feeling a slight breeze on the man's cheeks he turned to face the street, watching as the street car approached. The winter breeze was stronger and he felt a chill of cold air hit his bones, and he longed to be indoors. The man was a decent size and weight, but the coolness still got to him. Standing over most of the female crowed, he was just over 5'9". He was noticed easy even in the darken state of the night. He enjoyed that, and made sure most knew of it. His figure was far from an athlete's but nothing of an obese nature. 185 was his weight, and with his height it fit him nicely.
His eyes closed as he raised the couple steps onto the street car, his iced blue eyes peered at the car driver as he showed his pace. He moved the ear bud of his headphones to remove it "Could you please call out Streets Ville please" an over used voice asked. The driver nodded, the ear bud replaced, Dave moved down the street car and sat down. Only a couple people remained in the darkness of tonight, and it made him feel oddly comfortable. A smile rose across the pale man's lips and a soft sigh was released. He enjoyed his freedom, and nothing more could be shown.
A soft looking hand moved up to scratch at a piece of brown hair that fell into his eyes. He placed the hand back onto his lap as he leaned back half asleep. He lived during the night, just like any other immortal, but could secretly seize the day while the others hid away. None knew of his identify, and how he lied to them all, he was smart enough not to get caught, but he lived his own nature of torture. He longed to be immortal, and rid himself to a mortals' life. He needed the freedom, and you could easily find it when you looked deep into the man's eyes.
"Next Stop Street’s Ville" The street car driver called out. The man rose with a soft sigh and headed to wards the doors. He headed to his home, his place of relaxation and content, his misery, his life. What beheld him next, the man could not now, but no one ever really knows, tis that be the truth?
