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New Arrival - June Catch-All | OTA
Who: Lord Erik Osborne (lordoftheozarks) & YOU
What: First post - recycled the TDM prompts
When: Mid-June-through the month
Where: Various locations
Warning(s): Violence against the twigs, Erik is a vampire there will be casual talk of biting/drinking blood
Arrival - mostly flavor but feel free to approach!
That white-haired woman was quite insistent that he take the hot chocolate and drink it. He did try to tell her it would be wasted on him, as he cannot taste it, but she didn't seem much interested in listening. By the time she explains he's dead, he can feel a derisive laugh rising up. Well, of course, he is? He's a vampire. But, no, this seems more serious than that. Tempting as it is to tell her to go to hell and take her tasteless hot chocolate with her, he is intrigued. He grudgingly agrees to play her game for now.
He almost immediately regrets that when he blinks and finds himself on a ferry at sea, of all places. The significance of the fee paid is not lost on him. He's starting to worry that maybe this is more than just a game. The annoying chatter of this man that's been sent to meet him does nothing to improve the impression he's getting. What a relief that, at least, the Mayor Poe is more willing to be reasonable about things. Or, so he thought until she mentions an outbreak of vampires. He decides, very pointedly, not to mention that he is one unless it becomes necessary.
By the time she releases him to Yorick's care once more, he's feeling an uneasiness he hasn't experienced in decades. He lets that man do most of the talking on their way to the tavern while he mulls this over. Once he's checked in at The Oak & Iron and as settled as it's possible to be, he's left to explore this new town for himself.
The first thing he needs to do is discover if there's a food source he can rely on. He feels horribly underdressed walking about the cobblestone in nothing but a linen shirt and trousers. It and the buildings remind him of a time long gone. It seems as if he's not only been thrown into another world but back in time. Ah, well, he's lived like this before. He supposes he can adjust.
When he spots someone walking up ahead wearing roughly the same kind of garment as him, he decides to take a chance and see if he isn't the only new and confused face in town. "Excuse me," he calls, speeding up to meet them. "Are you familiar with this area?"
Brutok
Without knowing if it is safe to prey on the people in town, Erik decides the smarter short-term solution to his specific dietary needs is to hunt in the woods. Yes, yes, he was warned that there are dangerous beasts out there. But he is also a dangerous beast and he has no fear of the dark.
Perhaps he should have cultivated some.
"What are these cursed creatures?" he hisses as a group of tiny twig-like beings swarms him. "Get away from me you little nuisances!" He kicks the nearest one and sends it spinning off into the underbrush, this seems to only enrage the rest who all lunge for him at once.
"Argh!"
Potluck
"How quaint..." he says with disdain as he traverses around the gathering turning his nose up at every dish he's presented with. He can actually recall the taste of a turnip in the vaguest of senses, but it wasn't his favorite when he was alive and the smell holds no nostalgia for him now, either.
"Is this all there is to do for fun around here?"
Tawny Beach
He stands in the sand with bare feet, his shoes in hand. If he's cold at all in the blustering wind with the sun starting to sink below the waves, he doesn't show it. He's staring resolutely out at that dock, though he knows it's useless to wait on a ferry that will never arrive. He could try swimming. There's no risk that he will drown. But, if the solution were that simple, he's sure someone would have tried it by now. So he simply stands there and glares at the water. If he never sees the ocean again after all he's been put through lately, it might be too soon.
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lordoftheozarks) & YOUWhat: First post - recycled the TDM prompts
When: Mid-June-through the month
Where: Various locations
Warning(s): Violence against the twigs, Erik is a vampire there will be casual talk of biting/drinking blood
Arrival - mostly flavor but feel free to approach!
That white-haired woman was quite insistent that he take the hot chocolate and drink it. He did try to tell her it would be wasted on him, as he cannot taste it, but she didn't seem much interested in listening. By the time she explains he's dead, he can feel a derisive laugh rising up. Well, of course, he is? He's a vampire. But, no, this seems more serious than that. Tempting as it is to tell her to go to hell and take her tasteless hot chocolate with her, he is intrigued. He grudgingly agrees to play her game for now.
He almost immediately regrets that when he blinks and finds himself on a ferry at sea, of all places. The significance of the fee paid is not lost on him. He's starting to worry that maybe this is more than just a game. The annoying chatter of this man that's been sent to meet him does nothing to improve the impression he's getting. What a relief that, at least, the Mayor Poe is more willing to be reasonable about things. Or, so he thought until she mentions an outbreak of vampires. He decides, very pointedly, not to mention that he is one unless it becomes necessary.
By the time she releases him to Yorick's care once more, he's feeling an uneasiness he hasn't experienced in decades. He lets that man do most of the talking on their way to the tavern while he mulls this over. Once he's checked in at The Oak & Iron and as settled as it's possible to be, he's left to explore this new town for himself.
The first thing he needs to do is discover if there's a food source he can rely on. He feels horribly underdressed walking about the cobblestone in nothing but a linen shirt and trousers. It and the buildings remind him of a time long gone. It seems as if he's not only been thrown into another world but back in time. Ah, well, he's lived like this before. He supposes he can adjust.
When he spots someone walking up ahead wearing roughly the same kind of garment as him, he decides to take a chance and see if he isn't the only new and confused face in town. "Excuse me," he calls, speeding up to meet them. "Are you familiar with this area?"
Brutok
Without knowing if it is safe to prey on the people in town, Erik decides the smarter short-term solution to his specific dietary needs is to hunt in the woods. Yes, yes, he was warned that there are dangerous beasts out there. But he is also a dangerous beast and he has no fear of the dark.
Perhaps he should have cultivated some.
"What are these cursed creatures?" he hisses as a group of tiny twig-like beings swarms him. "Get away from me you little nuisances!" He kicks the nearest one and sends it spinning off into the underbrush, this seems to only enrage the rest who all lunge for him at once.
"Argh!"
Potluck
"How quaint..." he says with disdain as he traverses around the gathering turning his nose up at every dish he's presented with. He can actually recall the taste of a turnip in the vaguest of senses, but it wasn't his favorite when he was alive and the smell holds no nostalgia for him now, either.
"Is this all there is to do for fun around here?"
Tawny Beach
He stands in the sand with bare feet, his shoes in hand. If he's cold at all in the blustering wind with the sun starting to sink below the waves, he doesn't show it. He's staring resolutely out at that dock, though he knows it's useless to wait on a ferry that will never arrive. He could try swimming. There's no risk that he will drown. But, if the solution were that simple, he's sure someone would have tried it by now. So he simply stands there and glares at the water. If he never sees the ocean again after all he's been put through lately, it might be too soon.
Wildcard
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"I want you in my arms. I can lift far more than you might think." speaking of lift, he reaches out to slip his hand up her shirt and cup her breast beneath it. "I'll enjoy nibbling at every part of you."
Fading to black~
It's not enough to deter her in the slightest~
She's a force of pure sexual nature that will only be sated once Erik's had his fill of her, however that might be. After all, it wouldn't do to leave her Lord unsatisfied...