Any species you want to choose.

Name: Sumnor Pegagnyx

Age: unknown

Species: Vamprie

Appearance:

Persinallity:
RP it out

History: Not necessary.

name:Sara

age: 16

Gender: female

personality: rp it out

looks: long brown hair that is usually worn down on her shoulders, and bright green eyes with flecks of silver

species: werewolf

Sumnor was patrolling the borders of a forest, he didn't normally bother patrolling this far out, but his wife was now heavily pregnant with his son, and the forests around his lair needed to be patrolled thoroughly. He was wandering slowly, his stance that of a fierce predator, his twin blades held low, his fists clenched around the hilts, ready for anything.

He continued to walk, kicking a stone down the sheer mountain that was beside him all the way, hearing a shrillscream, no doubt from where the sheer velocity had caused to the stone to rip through some p*censored*ing human, he laughed with delight at the thought. "What kind of a world is this for bringing a son up in? where vampires kill humans... and humans squabble between eachother and kill other humans."

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Aria was lay in the plush cushions of the heavily made up bed that her husband had made for her, it was ebony, a rare mixture of wood and some rare metals, she loved Sumnor, just for being what he is, and for what he did for her. She let her head lull back into a mountain of pilloes, relaxing, deciding it would be good for the baby if she began to take naps, afterall he would be here in under a month and he would need to learn to take naps.

Sumnor continued to push on, deciding that he wasn't going to find anything and sheathing his weapons, before catching scent of a female... although he couldn't pin-point the race, he looked directly up at her in a tree, "You! Down here now, no point in running from a psychic vampire!"

He wasn't sure how to take this lycan - he could tell what she was by the way she looked, and the way she handled herself whilst up a tree - it didn't look violent... but he could never tell by just appearances, as good as his analyses were, there were always points that were incorrect. He decided to wait and hear it's explanation out.

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Aria was cuddled up in the countless lush pillows, but she couldn't get asleep, as exausted as she truly was, she just couldn't drift off into sleep. She asumed Sumnor must be busy, as the love between them added to his psychic abilities had forged a psychic bond, which had linked them deeper than any couple, she decided to walk over to the window and wait for him.

Sumnor had kept his predator stance at the ready, his clench fists close to the hilts of his daggers, he knew how to kill in one fatal swipe or scoop if necessary, "Well luckily for you I only kill when necessary, and only to protect my wife, otherwise I just.... incapacitate attackers." He looked her up and down, emasuring her muscles, measuring the strength in her limbs, he knew he could probably overpower her if possible, but he didn't want to underestimate a lycan.

"Anyway... if you want to eat you may as well come with me, we always cook more than necessary, take it as an apology from me for *censored*uming you were an attacker."  He put the clasps over his daggers, knowing he was able to quick the berettas that were either side of his chest if necessary. "Besides, it's always good for us to meet new people, we're rather alone in the castle so company is often appreciated." He smiled a warm smile, nodding at thefemale lycan.

((sorry, had to go to arkansas))

Sara shuddered at what he said. Someone new, and harder to kill? She thought he was crazy.

Her boyfriend at her clan was way too clingy, and he asked her to marry him, so she simply ran away. "Uh...," she said, trying not to let him see what she was thinking.

Sumnor smiled, looking back at the lycan, "I'm a psychic vampire, I know all of your thoughts, even the oens you do not know about yet. Yes, even the ones about your clingy boyfriend. And yeah, you were right to leave him, as for me killing, I am thousands of year old, I was born during medieval times."

He carried on walking, smileing as his castle came into view,  "My wife is very trusting and friendly, if you attempt to take advantage of that I will lay you with everybody else who has crossed me." He frowned at her for a brief moment, smiling once again after he had put his point across, picking up the pace, wanting to get back to his wife as soon as possible.

Sara found this guy to be a bit scary and insane. She quietly walked behind him and blushed. Why does he have to be psychic, she thought. Mideival times, that was a long time ago. She wished that she could just go back to her clan, dump her boyfriend, and go on with her life. She quickly shook that thought away remembering that he was psychic.

Sumnor chuckled slightly as he reached the large oak, steel bolted and alsced doors, he pusshed them open, calling intohis awaiting beloved, "hello, my love, this one thinks I'm insane but I offered her some lunch anyway." "But... she told you that she thinks your insane? brave for a lycan tos ay to a vampire of your holding." "Well, mind reading, told, thought, said, same thing really..." "Haha, I see you are doing it again." "I always read strangers it's a nack."

He placed his hands on her swolen belly, feeling the child kick hard as he leant forward to kiss her, "Still glowing with motherhood I see."  She laughed, kissing him abck before waddling into the kitchen to finish the preparations for lunch, putting the food out onto three plates, seeing as they now had a visitor.

He followed her in, sitting at the large dining table, setting it with placemats and knives and forks, beckoning to the lycan for her to take a seat across the table from where the two vampires would be seated. He placed his head in his hands, pouring through his most recent memories of the forest, his photographic memory caused by his psychic abilities, happy to see he hadn't missed anything, he sat upright once again and nodding at his guest, "So, who're you?"