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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.
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She starts walking, leading the way deeper into Lockwood Forest. The fog at their feet is thick, and the trees are dark; Ahri relishes the chance to explore it further.
"While your guess is quite the compliment, no, I am neither shapeshifter nor fae," Ahri replies, her laugh a low, husky thing. "What you see before you is how I was born." Her lips twist into a rueful little expression, glancing down at the simple linen shirt and trousers she's wearing, the same she woke up in. "I'm usually far better dressed, though."
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[He is glad to see she has some honor. It could still be a lie, of course, but he'll wager she'd rather keep something like that as an ace up her sleeve should she ever need to bargain with him.]
They truly do you no justice. How you were born is very beautiful and deserves to be clothed accordingly. I could say much the same for myself.
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He has an air of nobility about him, something refined and graceful, and it does come at a sharp contrast to the terrible linen garb. Ahri, too, holds herself like some ephemeral forest spirit, moving through the forest as easily as a lined street. She'll be interested to see how much he changes when he's able to clothe himself as he wishes.
"I can hear what sounds like a deer in that direction," she offers, extending a hand to point northward. "Would that suit you?"
cw: harm to an animal/blood drinking
Hm? [He goes quiet and still, eyes rolling to the north while he very obviously listens for the deer she's pointed out. She has the advantage here; it's been a while since he's had to hunt a wild forest. He's gotten used to city life.]
Yes. That will do. If you will pardon me, I will pounce upon it now.
[He doesn't wait for a response. In the blink of an eye, he's sped away into the trees, moving faster than the human eye can perceive but perhaps not hers. The Deer doesn't even have time to flinch before he's on it with his teeth sunk into the musky fur of its neck. Ugh. It tastes terrible. He'll be picking short grey hairs out of his mouth for an hour.
The deer kicks and screams but he quickly pins it to the ground, holding its legs to minimize how much it can hurt itself in its struggles. He drinks his fill of it, but that's hardly enough to do lasting harm. It may feel weak and slow for a few days at worst. As soon as he removes his teeth from its neck, he bites into his own thumb to bring a fresh red bloom of blood which he smears over the bite marks he's made in the poor thing's flesh. Instantly, the bites heel, as if they were never there. He releases the thing, then, and it gets up on shaky legs and stumbles away into the trees. Erik is left standing in the dark brushing dirt off his knees and using his tongue to clean the last smudges of blood from his lips and teeth.]
Ah. That's better.
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Lockwood Forest, so different than the forests of Ionia, really is beautiful in its own way. Dark and shrouded in mist, the trees are densely packed, though there seems to be some signs here and there that people have tried to make it their home. As Ahri walks, she catches sight of a broken down cabin in the distance between the trees, its wooden boards broken and mossy.
By the time she arrives, the deer is just starting to stumble away in shock, and Erik is cleaning himself up. The scent of blood is thick in the air, and Ahri takes interested note of the fact that the deer isn't bleeding anymore, some of Erik's own scent clinging to it as it streaks away. He must have healed it.
Eyes glittering in amusement, she reaches out, thumb smudging playfully over a spot of blood on his cheek that he'd missed, cleaning it up. "What a conscientious creature you are," she hums, idly studying the smear of blood on her thumb before she rubs it away.
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I do not need to kill to keep myself fed. Doing so would be a waste. This village wants for much in regards to resources and I do not know if the animals here are resurrected the same way the people are. I won't earn any points with the residents if I'm caught wasting resources like good meat.
[And, though is was a lifetime ago, he still remembers what it feels like to starve, the kind of desperation and aggression that can lead to. He'd rather not have it aimed at him.]
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Back home in Ionia, the natural resources were abundant and quickly replenishing. Lockwood Forest has a very different feel to it, though, and if the town itself has been caught in stagnation, there's no telling if that's affected the wildlife as well. Strictly speaking, Ahri doesn't need to eat food that much, as she mostly sustains herself on souls, but she does enjoy a proper meal here and there.
She'll have to observe the wildlife here, and ask questions of the locals, to ensure she doesn't take too much.
"Well then, let us head back. I will accompany you the way we came." She doesn't intend to head back into town, but she can at least keep him company for a bit. There's a tangible sense of satisfaction around him now, evident to her empathy -- layered on top of the many, many years he has rattling around in that cranium of his. He's old, that much is clear. His memories smell delicious, like a finely aged wine. "You're very concerned with your ability to live among society," she notes, idly curious.
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[He offers his arm to her as if to escort her.]
I like being a member of society. I like soft beds and nice garments. I do not want to become the black sheep of this very small village. I do not enjoy the prospect of spending eternity here in isolation because they fear or resent me.
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"Is the want for soft beds and nice garments really enough to control your hunger?" Ahri asks, her brow knitted. "Or is it more the fear of isolation that keeps your fangs in check? I only ask because I cannot relate to either. I have never known soft beds, and I have always known isolation."
She pauses, as if for comedic effect, and grimaces.
"I suppose I do understand the need for nice garments. These linens really are atrocious."
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[He says that with a note of pride. He's worked hard for this kind of control, thank you.]
What has kept you away from such things for yourself?
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"Because I am so beholden to my hunger."
Oh, how she envies him having found a way to control it. They feed on different things, but she knows the hunger is the same. She's met vampires before; they've talked at length about the hunger, about how it starts small and easy to control, but starts gnawing at your organs and clawing at the back of your throat until it becomes a raging beast just barely contained by your own skin.
From here, they can just barely start to see the lights of Pumpkin Hollow through the trees, and Ahri comes to a stop. "It's best that I stay here for the night." Her smile turns a touch warmer, accompanied by a little squeeze to his arm. "Thank you for your company. It was unexpectedly nice."
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[He can see that guilt in her expression, so his tone is kept neutral. No judgement, just curiosity. His control has been cultivated over a long stretch of years, after all. Even so, he fears she may not yet trust him enough to answer.
Yes, it was a pleasure. [Just as warmly.] One I hope to repeat soon. It is a small island. There is no need to be strangers.
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Ahri's tone is rueful, pre-apologetic. She's very much appreciated Erik's company -- he's the sort of man she can see herself becoming friends with, and that's... dangerous. She hasn't had any of those long term. But perhaps Pumpkin Hollow might change that.
She hopes so. She really does.
"Sleep well, Erik," she farewells. "We will no doubt see each other soon."