"I cla.ss you as arrogant, little one, so be careful with your words else I take a hand to you, now drink or die..." Sumnor fairly growled as he loomed over her. His muscular form was a good six inches taller than her, and with his combat boots he was even taller. Yet his aggressiveness didn't scare Alix, and that frightened her more than ever.

From the start Alix had felt safe with Sumnor, and she enjoyed his calm company. It was only their first day together, so Alix didn't get her hopes up. Eventually her baiting would get to him and he would leave her somewhere, but oddly enough she couldn't see him actually hitting her out of anger. Training, on the other hand, Alix could wait before starting that because she had the feeling Sumnor would win...a lot and he would tease her mercilessly about it too.

Holding her ground Alix merely lifted her chin higher and scowled up at him. Her sapphire eyes snapped with held-in fight. Sighing when he turned to his backpack, she wished that she too had a place to sit. This is weird. I'm actually feeling tired for the first time since that monster bit me. Rubbing her temples, when her head started throbbing again, Alix barely held in a whimper of pain. Her ribs ached with a vicious vengeance, clearly stating to her how stupid she was for rough-handling the lycan. Who was, thankfully, out cold. Maybe he's dead.

Glancing at the canteen with longing eyes Alix wondered how long she could hold out. I don't need some now. Dryac said something about two weeks, I think. When Sumnor mildly replied to her comment on cloths, Alix wanted to laugh but feared the pain in her side would increase enough for her to actually cry out in pain. Not my size? Like I care, she thought. Then she did roll her eyes when he informed her that his name wasn’t Alix. Her toes curled when he said her name. Soft and accented, it rolled off his tongue so smoothly she found herself lost in thought.

"For three," he continued, "you look really cute."

Shocked, Alix snapped her head around to him so fast that he braid swung around over her shoulder. "Am not," she blurted instinctively. Suddenly feeling like doing something, Alix took her braid and undid the hairband holding it together. Slowly slipping her fingers through it, she sighed at the silk feeling of it gliding over her hands.

Glancing up she watched in fascination as Sumnor began drawing in the dirt. His slender fingers drew artistic designs that looked beautiful, even in the earth. Watching as he waved his hand over the marking, Alix felt her eyes widen with surprise as they softly glowed. Wow, it's beautiful. Then Sumnor stood up and kicked up dust, wrecking the art. Slightly angry Alix was about to ask why he did that when he spoke.

"That'll protect ys for a few nights. At least until we leave for the next city." Excitement bubbled in Alix's tummy at the thought of going into a city because that meant getting a change of cloths and a nice hot shower. Her body was sore and grit had gathered after her three tumbles; first in the building, second when she was attacked, and this last one when Sumnor had been.

"Tomorrow, we need to burn that crap hole of an agency down and kill everyone involved if we wever want peace..." This idea didn't appeal to her as much, but Alix suddenly felt tired. Stifling a yawn she realized it had been a long day for both her and Sumnor. Does he even sleep? she wondered. When she had been captured, Alix hadn't slept for fear of being taken else where and her adrenaline running on high hadn't helped.

This time when her yawn came, Alix couldn't stifle it. Her sharp canines flashed as her jaw stretched to the point of, what she thought, breaking. Rubbing her tired eyes she suddenly felt small and unsafe. Do I dare trust him enough to sleep? she wondered. With a quick glance a the silent Dryac, Alix looked down and shuffled her feet before walking closer to Sumnor, even though she knew the lycan would still hear, and mumbled, "I'm tired, and I don't think I'm arrogant. I'm just a little opinionated, but right now I want to sleep." An insecure frown creased her brow as she looked up with nervous sapphire eyes. Licking her lips before she continued, Alix whispered, "Is it safe for me to sleep?" Her silky, blonde hair fell down her back in gentle waves before stopping just above her rear. She didn't know why she kept it so long, but Alix loved it at this length.

Sumnor listened intently to what was said by Alix about sleep, laughing slightly at the point about Dryac, "It sshould be, he's not dangerous when unangerred, sleep next to me if you wish, I am about to sleep myself, and company seems to help humans, I'm sure you still have that quality." He smiled warmly, realising he ahd never smiled so much, wondering why smiling was so much easier whenever he was with Alix.

Dyac waltzed over to an area around 6 metres away from Sumnor and Alix, deciding it best to keep a perimetre in case of other attacks such as that lycan, deciding that if he kept a distance away it would make it so someone  could get to anyone that decided to attack. "Goodnight my friend, and goodnight, hopefully, my future friend."  He nodded to Alix, before laying straight in the dirt, his hair coverring his eyes, his long black leather trenchcoat wrapping around his body.

Sumnor smirked at Dryac's comment, seeing already his friend had become warmer since their last meeting. He turned to Alix once again, paling a hand on her right shoulder, "We really should talk about... what happened before you ran off. I know you may not want to, but it needs to be resolved, along with your problem with drinking blood."  He then lay down, shwoing he meant no aggression or harm, showing that he meant only good feeligns towards the vampire girl.

Sumnor was not sure why, but he was anxious to find out whether or not Alix was interested, and also interested in why he was, he broke ehr out for the sole purpose of taking on an apprentice, but as soona s he had saw her, he knew something was there. Closing his eyes, feigning sleep until it really came to embrace him, his thoughts moved onto his past, a particular scene in his childhood...

"But husband, Sumnor is an only child and we desperately need to protect him from thsoe merciless thugs." Sumnor's mother pressed to his Father, doing her utmost to convince him Sumnor needed putting somewhere safe, as lycans working for someone named Kobin were pressing the gates of their castle, and it was beginning to look dangerous.

Sumnor was stood around the doorframe, listening to the conversation as it unfolded, the skill of eavesdropping always seeming to come in useful. he walked around the corner, only to face his parents' weeping faces, "I will not hide, I fight and die along side my family." His mother seemed shocked at her son's new found bravery, "But son, you are our only prodigy, you must stay to continue the bloodline..."

After a long arguement with his parents, Sumnor saw that the protection of his life was best for the family, before he allowed his Father to lock him in his bedroom. The Lycans ahd broken through the gate, and his parents were fighting valantly, killing dozens, no, hundreds of the murderous hounds. 

Sumnor ran through, not sure what he was going to do, the sight of his parents getting finally bested by the lycans only fuelling his rage, for the very first time in the long life he was about to face, his psychic power came to the fore, errupting from hsi body and destroying every enemy on the land that was now his. Sumnor remained knelt, crying hard at the deaths of his beloved parents.

OoC: Would you mind posting a pic/deion of Dryac? I just realized I don't know what he looks like. o.o'

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Casting a glance at Dryac, Alix hoped that she never angered him. He looked like a force to be reckoned with. Let alone the fact that the man held a fierce reputation. She didn't know much about Sumnor, having ignored the vampire community until now. He didn't seem too much of a threat to her. Though, as Sumnor continued Alix wondered what his motives were for choosing her.

"Sleep next to me, if you wish. I am about to sleep myself, and company seems to help humans. I'm sure you still have that quality."

Shifting around uncomfortably, Alix knew that she did like company. She craved company in her sleep, but not because of human qualities. As a wolf, Alix had slept in literal puppy piles. Her brothers, sisters, cousins, and every other cub-mate would cuddle together every night, with the exception of a single adolescent wolf watching over them at night. She had always been treasured, getting her way and sleeping at the bottom; warm and closely comforted.

When she had been exiled, that had been one of the hardest habits to break. At only eight years of age, Alix had been thrown out into the vicious and cold-hearted world without a single thing. Shivering from the cold and hunger, Alix didn't even have a stitch of clothing or even a name. Luckily an elderly Indian woman had found her and took her in. Teaching her to speak, giving her food and shelter, but the woman never gave her a name. Alix had cuddled with the elder at night until the cheif had taken notice of her, and Alix had to flee to the city.

It was there she met a man named Sasha, another like her. Kattagarian that could no longer shift. They had stayed together, comforted by the closeness of another yet understanding there was no relationship. Then one night, Sasha had been different. He was more edgy, and something impossible happened. His wolf came back to him. Alix's heart had shattered on her seventeenth birthday, so she left again. Even though Sasha had pleaded for her to stay, but they both knew she couldn't.

Shaking her head Alix banished her thoughts of the past. There was nothing she could change, but only live in the now. A teasing half-smile tugged at the corner of her lips when Dryac said, "Goodnight my friend, and goodnight, hopefully, my future friend." She merely dipped her head, making her head cascade over her shoulders, at him. He still made her nerves.

When Sumnor gently cupped her shoulder, Alix turned to him with an attentive ex
pression. His deep, smooth voice was so calming yet electrifying to her as he said, "We really should talk about... what happened before you ran off." Alix shivered when she remembered him saying so coldly he wasn't interested, and the shock, later, when he told her it was a lie. What would have happened if I stayed there? she wondered. Her attention went back to him as he continued, "I know you may not want to, but it needs to be resolved, along with your problem with drinking blood." His voice seemed hypnotic as if it could slide over her skin, which was covered in goose-bumps.

So slowly and considerately, Sumnor lay down. Trying to look harmless when Alix knew that in a moments notice he could leap up and snatch her, but the effort that he took made her smile down at him. She hoped that he could see the appreciation she had for the effort he put into comforting her. Though her response was cheeky, "You're right. I don't want to because there is nothing to talk about." Her sapphire eyes looked away from his blazing, ruby ones, showing that there was indeed something to talk about. I don't even know him, yet he looked me up. So he probably knows all my weaknesses and failures.

"Oh and about the blood thing," Alix started back on more safe grounds, not wanting to test the other subject, "I'll wait a while. I really will drink some...I'm just not that thirsty yet." She hoped he couldn't smell lies like lycan's could, but he probably would. It would be just her luck. Her throat was so sore that blood was all she could think about, yet Alix held strong. Not until I have to, she told herself. If I'm truly strong, I will let my thirst kill me. If my mother ever found out about what I have become it would destroy her.

Pushing the memories of family aside, Alix felt tears burning her eyes. She would not cry, but it still hurt to think about them. With a defeated sigh, Alix knelt down beside Sumnor. He had fallen asleep soon after her words, and that alone comforted her. It told her he really wouldn't try anything. Licking her lips in her nerves gesture, Alix found herself intrigued by Sumnor's gentled ex
pression. She watched as his brows drew together in a scowl and wondered what he was thinking. In the back of her mind Alix could have sworn she heard the cry of a young boy's broken heart, but she couldn't be sure. Her fingers were feather light as she creased his brows in an attempt to comfort him. Startled by her action, Alix pulled away quickly, and glanced over her shoulder to see if Dryac had seen. Nibbling her lip, Alix decided it would be better off sleeping a distance from Sumnor.

About two feet from him, Alix growled softly. Already she could feel the lack of body heat that Sumnor gave off, and she craved the warmth. Looking at his backpack Alix smiled. Grabbing the bag, which seemed to weigh more than she did, Alix cuddled with it; her arms clutching it tight as she curled her legs up as if it were a favored teddy bear. Slowly, so slowly, Alix fell asleep as exhaustion claimed her at last.

ooc; SORRY Siri!  I got mixed up and though this was the other rp and posted something. :S  My bad. I am sorry. >Hides.< 

Sumnor snapped awake, his eyes shocked and surveying the area, it had been many centuries since he had had that flashback.... it did not seem right to be dreaming about that at such an odd time, he looked over at Alix, smiling seeing her cuddling his bag, whisperring a few silent words of vampiric prayer up to the vampire gods for her, wishing her luck and long life.

He reached over to the canteen before taking a mouthful, swilling it and swallowing, enjoying the taste, before standing, and walking into the forest to relieve himself of a bladder full. Whilst emptying himself, he heard a voice whisper in the back of his head, Sumnor, don't forget where you came from, whatever you do, remember your lineage.

Sumnor frowned, thinking, he recaqled the voice, but it was not human, lycan or vampire.... it was not his parents, it was someone..... something else. who are you? what is it you want with such an old vampire? Such an old vampire? You have forgotten your roots, little nephew. That was all it took, Sumnor remembered now, hsi uncle was a demon, Sumnor was part demon, No, that isn't popular, Ragnar? You died didn't you? Technically.... my physical form was destroyed, but my blood line lives on in you, and I am close to returning, so i am looking for someone to help me get to grips with the new world.

Sumnor looked around, realising he had stopped urinating a while back, zipping up, he walked back to the makeshift camp, "Ghosts..... of all things I'm talking to ghosts."  At that moment a dark figure of shadows appeared in front of him, I may be a ghost, young lad, but I am not these spirits you hear about in tales, i will be back, if only to protect you, Dryac and your new companion.

Sumnor's brow furrowed, how long had his long lost uncle been with him? I have been inside you form some time now..... since about a year after my death, and may I say, you would have amde your parents proud, just look at the size of you... and some of the feats you have achieved.... you truly are a great vampire, that apprentice should see that.

Sumnor walked through his uncle, "We'll go wherever you need us to go to bring you back when morning comes, I need to sleep on this matter.... my Father loved you so i will honour his respect for you, demon, but you still need to earn my trust back, your death unsettled me greatly, I'm not about to open myself up again."

He walked back to the makeshift camp, lying about a foot away from Alix, laying on his side, watching his uncle's spirit as it remained for a few brief seconds, before dispersing as quickly as it had appeared. "If this is a trick I will be sure to make it so you don't come back..." Sumnor had remembered all the tricks his uncle had pulled on his 'friends' in his life, he was not a man to be trusted easily, and Sumnor did not trust quickly anyway.

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Dryac slept, his long black hair shoruding his face, the legth impressive ot anyone, when he was stood it reached halfway down his legs, yet it never got in his way. His black leather pants were baggy yet well fitted, manoeverability not an issue, His black plain cotton shirt a gift from Sumnor, one he had never discarded, careful not to lose it.

His sleep was sound, the odd dream about his past but nothing to disturb him from his sound slumber, his azure eyes covered by his eyelids, his katana lay in front of him,r eady for the slightest unfamiliar sound to wake him and bring him into an alert mode straight away.

OoC: ^///^ Thank you Reu~ You are so kind to me. I love reading your posts too. Gives me insight on what a guy likes to focus on. An' I sent Eklipse an Rmail. ::luffs her so much:: She is also very fun to role play with.

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Blinking her sleepy eyes, Alix snuggled closer to the backpack wondering what had awoken her. Then she heard it, the soft crunch of footfalls. Her sharp eyesight pin-pointed the source and her tense body instantly went slack. It was just Sumnor getting up for a moment. Pressing her face into the rough fabric of the pack, Alix inhaled deeply. A soft smile was hidden from view when she scented the heady scent of masculine sweat and blood. The blood probably isn't his, but he sure smells nice working out I bet. It sounded as if he was talking with someone, but since he hadn't awoken her on purpose Alix made herself tune out the conversation.

Closing her eyes, Alix drifted back into sleep. It was restless, for she twitched and clenched the backpack often as if plagued by a nightmare. Though, she really dreamt about running as a wolf. She imagined being exhilarated by the feeling of powerful, wild muscles stretching and burning with exertion. She imagined feel of silken fur being stroked and tugged by the wind as dirt and twigs were flung into the air by racing paw-steps. Then a tear slide down her cheek as she slept, for deep in her heart, Alix knew that this wasn't her imagination it was a memory. The call of the forest was awakening memories long ago buried and it hurt to remember.

A soft, mournful sob awoke Alix. Jerking into a sitting position, her hands went to her damp cheeks. They burned as if she had a fever and her hands trembled. There was an itch beneath her skin, and her skin felt too tight. There was a strange moment when Alix could have sworn something stretched inside her, and her fingers ached as if they would split. My wolf, Alix thought with wonder. Staring down at her hand, Alix willed it to shift. Nothing happened. In fact, her skin no longer felt too tight and she started to shiver as if cold. More tears streaked down her cheeks, but she dashed them away.

Covering her face with her hand, Alix wanted to ball like a baby. Her wolf had been so close, yet she had turned tail and left Alix more miseralbe than before. "You were so close," she choked. Startling herself, Alix stiffened. With the amount of noise she was making they were most likely awake.

No problem Siri, I needed to do him a deion up anyway, lol, I had been Rp'ing him a while without one, lol, just as the man in the shadows. Why don't you ask Eklipse to join this RP? and why don't you just invite Eklipse to join? I'm sure a third party member would do just fine. ^_^ Oh, and I'ma Timeskip to morning.

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Sumnor arose, surprised that the sleep since going back to bed was sound, no dreams or disturbances, but his uncle had reappeared at the moment of his arising, "Fine.... if that's how you want to play it, Aria! Dryac! wake up! there's someone you oughta meet!"  Sumnor would have rather kept this quiet from Aria, as with her being a new vampire, he's rather wait until she settled into this strage world before being introduced to demons and the such.

Dryac arose, only to recognise the smell, "Oh, him..... I thought he was dead." Dryac was always one for being blunt, and he hadn't particularly cared when the demon had died, "What happened?" "Apparently his spirit lived on in me when his physical form was destroyed." "Spirits are a plague.... if we can't bring the old dog back I say we destroy him, down with the sickness."

You are talking as if I am not here, I may be dead, but I still exist... in my own little way. Sumnor looked at his long dead uncle with a look of scron in his eyes, "Still your ghostly tongue old man, 'fore it bring you troubles you don't count on and can not defend against." Sumnor was feeling extremely scornful of the demon, not sure whether he wanted to dispatch the spirit or bring his uncle back to life...

Sumnor looked over at Alix, "We will discuss our matters soon, Alix, do not worry, I have not forgotten about you."  He flashed her an extremely warm smile, before turning back to Dryac, before standing, "we should get moving, I know where we need go.... purgatory.... the space in between heaven and hell, we need not die, although you need follow me my friends."

Sumnor was trying to be a leader, he ahd never been either a leader or a follower, but this moment called him for him to take the lead and lead his friends through purgatory and back, to claim the soul of his lost uncle.

OoC: I was so confused in the beginning of you post. I was like, "Who is Aria?" Lol~ I also sent Eklipse an rmail saying that she could join if she wanted. =)

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When Sumnor called for Dryac and her to wake up, she was surprised he hadn't noticed that she was awake. Turning to look at the two, Alix was highly confused by their discussion. What in the world are they talking about? she wondered. Picking at the seam of the backpack, she sighed when things got even more confusing. Purgatory? It sounded like a sophisticated way to say throw-up.

Rubbing her closed eyes with the back of her hands, Alix listened as Sumnor told them that they were going to move again. Oh, and talk about her 'problem' too. Just the thought made her stomach ache for substance and her throat thirst for blood. Trying to distract herself, Alix stood up and grumbled to Sumnor, "Yeah, sure, Pegagnyx, I'll follow you like a good little apprentice, but only after a shower or something consisting of clean water and getting myself clean."

Gently nudging the pack with her sneakered foot, Alix asked, "Is there a hairbrush in this?" Her long, blond hair was a bit disheveled because of her fitful sleep, and she wanted to comb through it. Then tame it back into a braid. Though, Alix could get her hair into a braid just by combing it with her fingers, but that process took more time and effort than a hairbrush. Her shirt and jeans were also a wrinkled a bit, and it made her want to shake them out until they looked presentable again.

The Other:
Perfume (Scent): midnight, sweet and cold.

Crush: Probably no.

Family: I am not sure..?. Wait, not I son't no them.

Quote: “If you jump off the bridge that I told you to make, I am not getting wet.”
Additional Information:  None presently.

OoC: Yay~ ^.^ Oh, and an alis is like a spy name. You know, the ones good/bad guys us so that people can't track them and such. It's not really important. I just love CI Sin and had to get it in my charries bio some how.

As for the plot, Alix is my character and Reu has Sumnor, Dryac, and this demon uncle Ragnar. Sumnor is his main character though.

Alix had been kidnapped by a currupt corparation that is collecting newborn vampires, and creating them too, to make a vampire army for this bad guy who wants to have Sumnor dead. Oh, Sumnor and the bad guy, can't remember his name at the moment, are really old vampires. Back to the story, Sumnor picked Alix to be his apprentice and busted her out of the compound.

Now they are running from the guards and trying to stay alive when Dryac, a lycan/werewolf, comes out of no where to help them. At the moment, the three of them are preparing to go save Sumnor's demon uncle from an inbetween world called, "Purgatory."

I hope that helps. ^.^ Rmail any questions, Eklipse~ Oh, and Reu, you should add whatever I missed out on.

Well, Sumnor's parents defending his life when he was 12 years old, he is know over 24,000 years old, therefore his memory is brilliant as he can remember the night he saw his parents die and his psychic abilities first came to the fore and killed the lycan army that slew his parents.

Oh, Sumnor and Alix crush on eachother but Sumnor is the only one who can see it, as Alix is rather.... well, no offence siri, but she's stubborn. And I'll let Eklipse post before me.