OoC: Maybell, I was just saying I would see ya' tomorrow, which is today! x3 ::has read the posts:: Epic. o3o Characters are always fun to create in my opinion, and I like your emotional roller coasters, Maybell. They create chaos for the rest of us, and longing in those that can't offer themselves so wholly. ::coughs -Kyrian- cough, cough:: =3

BiC

Kyrian suddenly felt humiliated by what he had done. Cyri’s simple statement was like salt in fresh wounds, like the bite marks fading on his neck, and the meaning of what he had so willingly done. Is she rolling me? Stripping my mind of freewill until I am so far gone that I am no longer the same person? Pulling away from Cyri, he could not stop the hideous monster, which was doubt, from seeding deep in his mind. Kyrian could quiet the voice whispering lies. Licking his lips nervously, Kyrian felt his entire body go still. Pulling on the mask of neutral composer, that he often used in the face of enemies, he whispered calmly, “Cyri, you are doing all that you can.” All that you can, like mind twisting? Feeling the guilt of his inner thoughts, Kyrian sighed ever so softly. Gently running his slightly cold hand down her cheek, in his loving gesture, Kyrian murmured, “I won’t give up on you.” I won’t. Even if she is killing who I really am, I will try. Pulling away yet again, Kyrian stood swiftly. Dusting off this back, he offered his hand to Cyri.

Meanwhile, Adrik gazed at Zephyra. She was in a semi-sleep, semi-awake state. I can feel unease in her. It is like her blood is at war with her mind, he considered, and stored that thought for later consideration. Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a moment of rest. Then a shouted, “No!” broke though the barn. Cringing, Adrik’s worried violet gaze turned to a pale looking Trinity. The poor little dove, what plagues her dreams to make her look so vulnerable? Nothing with a face as pure as hers should be at the mercy of any nightmare. When her melodic voice filled his ears, Adrik felt his heart squeeze. It sounded so brittle, so dazed, and at odds with her fringed posture of strength. “Want to talk about it?” he asked gently, patting the dirt floor at his side in hopes that she might join him.

((I'm glad someone does. XDD )) 

OOC: Oh hey Siri ^_^ You're back.

BiC: Trinity realized how awful she sounded. She felt awful too—it’s just that she hadn’t wanted others to know how terrible she felt. She sighed. She didn’t want to talk about her dream and about things past, but part of her also knew that she would feel better. She needed to trust these people, anyway.

“Want to talk about it?” Adrik asked her gently. He patted a place on the dirt floor. Trinity didn’t even hesitate; she walked over and sat by him. She took a deep breath.

“When I was a slave, I fell in love,” she began shakily. “With a vampire. And he loved me too—or so I thought. I only asked one thing of him. That he would never, never bite me. I would hate that.” She shuddered as she remembered that day. He had sounded like he had meant that promise. She looked down at the dusty floor. “But the other vampires started to suspect us. One of them even swore they had seen me and him together. They all asked him whether he knew me. He said no. They told him to “prove it”. So that night, the person I thought I was sure loved me did the one thing he said he never would. He bit me.” Tears pricked at Trinity’s eyes. She was surprised to feel them. She hadn’t cried in a long time. She fought the tears back.

“I always dream about that night over and over again,” she said.

Cyri felt the change almost instantly. She didn't take his hand, but stood up by herself. She swayed slightly and placed her hand on a tree, her face pale and glistening with sweat. She grimaced. "I have to go." She said in a tightly controlled voice. With that, she turned and fled. She raced through the trees. She yelped with shock as she slipped off the branch and hit the ground hard. She grimaced with pain and stood back up, swaying. She leaned against a tree, rbeathing hard, eyes half shut.

"Well. Look at the mess your in now."

Cyri froze, ehr eyes going wide. Her arms went limp at her sides and her mouth opened in shock. SLowly, her breath returned and she gasped. "Damamscus...." She breathed. She gazed at him. He was in the shadows, but she could never forget those amber eyes,. "Hello." He said, chuckling.

Name||
Damascus Riterard

Age||
Unknown

Gender||
Male

Species||

Purebred Vampire

Ranking||

Leader of the Vampires or, a.k.a Vampire King

Personality||

Damascus is sarcastic, rude, and he never gives up. Sometimes, he can seem to have a tender side. but when the true him is revealed, he's deadly and absolutely lethal. He is well known, yet he is rarely ever seen. Most Kings and Queens know of him, but have never seen him. He lurks in the shadows, letting rumors of him spread. It's only when the troublesome things happen,t hat he reveals himself.

Family||

None

Appearence||

Other||

He bit Cyri when Cyri was very little and had run away from the slave camp. He's oddly protective of her and refuses to just let her go. Wherever she is, you can be *censored*ured that Damascus is either hunting her, or very close by.

Standing in the afternoon sun, which was slipping through the canopy, Kyrian felt chilled. Cyri gave him such a distress that he wanted to curse his inner thoughts. Wavering slightly, Cyri said, “I have to go.” No! his heart screamed, but his mouth wouldn’t form the word. Though his hand itched to reach for her, the muscles seemed detached and unwilling to move. Kyrian watched her run into the brush until the last of her disappeared. “She’s gone.” He whispered hoarsely. Shaking from the blood donation, Kyrian took a step forward, only to crash to his knees. “Don’t go…” For the first time in his life, Kyrian fell into blessed oblivion.

OoC: More is coming!~

Edit:

Damascus laughed and he stepped forward into the light. "My dear. I'm so thrilled you have no forgotten my name." he chuckled. His laughter was like music to her ears. Cyri found she could stand. Her arms dropped, numb to her sides. Her head cocked slightly to the left. Her body felt strange. numb, yet alive. Like a hot wire that was supposed to be dead. She knew, that if she looked in a mirror, her eyes would be dull. Almost lifeless. The eyes of a slave, bitten by her master. The blood pact that only vampires could make. "Now. Come Cyri. Time to go." He said. That smile. So handsome. "Damascus....." Cyri whispered. She took a swaying step towards him. She felt like puppet. Suddenly, the illusion shattered. "No!" She cried. She stumbled backwards and hit the ground. She gasped with pain and Damacus's eyes narrowed slightly. They were back in the forest. "An illusion..?" She whispered, shocked. Damacus smield slightly adn took a step towards her. "Dear, you have forgotten, not only that I am strong. But also, that I'm the strongest." he said in a quiet, yet slightly teasing voice. Cyri's body began to tremble as he came towards her. Never had she felt fear like this. But it was fear above pain, anger, and utter sorrow. Her lover, the Vampire King. Her lover, the trickster. She sobbed, but no tears came. Vampires had no tears. Damascus crouched in front of her and gently stroked her cheek. "There, there dear. It's alright. I'm here now. Your master's here." he said, smiling slightly. "It's lucky. your the same as you were when human. I wonder if your blood taste the same..." Damascus lightly said. The thought of him biting her again froze her heart.

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Silent froze. Something inside him stirred and he looked out the door barn. His eyes wide with shock and fear. "Cyri......" He whispered. Somethings wrong.

Running herself to the limit, Zephyra felt a light wink out that she hadn’t even known was there. “Kyrian?” she whispered to no one, but somehow expected someone to be there. Someone was always there to help her. Kyrian, her mind answered. He is always there for me. Stopping. Zephyra looked around frantically, “Where are you?” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she ‘felt’ for him. Finding the light, that she had thought went out but was only a fragile spark, Zephyra ran for it. Leaping over a fallen log, ducking under a low branch, she rushed up to him. Gasping in shock, Zephyra stared for a moment. Her strong brother looked broken and defeated. Face down in the dirt, hands lying helplessly at his sides. Walking to his side, Zephyra knelt, and wanted to weep. “Oh, big brother,” she choked. “Ky…” Stroking a hand through the wealth of his dirty-blonde hair, Zephyra wished she could see those husky eyes. Feathering a light touch to his neck, she found a steady, but weak heart beat. He is alive! A tear slid down her cheek, but she ignored the weakness. Instead, she rolled Kyrian over and cradled his head in her lap. Tapping his cheek lightly, she pleaded, “Wake up, Ky. Wake up!”

All he wanted to do was stay, to stay in this blessedly peaceful place. But something was shattering his dream, go away! Pulling the foreign power closer to himself, Kyrian felt the indigo streaks slice his skin, but there was no blood. Only pain. What a dream, no death, but plenty of pain. Then a voice whispered to him, Stay in my embrace. Embrace the love of Ecl. Kyrian felt no love, but he didn’t care. He fell deeper into oblivion. “Ky!” Jerking around, Kyrian looked behind him. Zephyra? The pain of his power turning on him again slashed through his thoughts and memories. No! Leave me be, he growled to the darkness. The only response was a mocking laugh. Suddenly, his serene illusion cracked, and he wanted out. Fighting against something he didn’t understand, Kyrian felt like he was reaching the surface of water. When was I swimming, no drowning! With a gasp, Kyrian’s eyes shot open. Bright, horribly bright sunlight, blinded him. Lifting an arm to cover his eyes, he looked to his side. Zephyra sat there with a look of fear. “Where’s Cyri?” he choked out. When she continued to stare he glared and gruffly asked, “What?”

“Don’t go,” Zephyra cautioned with a hand on his chest. “You’re hurting.”

Grabbing her hand for support, Kyrian smiled wickedly. “That’s why you’re coming with, am I right?”

Pushing at him gently, Zephyra pouted. But knowing that she would give in because of the nagging feeling of something bad was going to happen, Zephyra mumbled, “Of course.” Together, they ran. Zephyra tugged Kyrian along, following her strange sense of direction. Bursting through a clove of trees she stopped. She heard, and felt Kyrian’s growl.

“Get away from her!”

Kyrian pushed Zephyra behind him, so that she was a bit more protected. Kyrian didn’t know what this guy was, besides a vampire, but he didn’t care. With a sarcastic laugh, Kyrian spat, “What is she too tough for you? You have to put her under in order to keep her under control?” His pale, pale eyes burned with anger, “Figures. A pretty boy like you can’t take the real stuff.”