a small paradise

[Anonymous]

The jungle was considered home to a good amount of monsters that the world never truly wished to see, though lush with life both plant and flesh, not an essence of human danced here, it wasn't surprising the desert  that lay open in front was usually to much for many to handle if only they got there by sea, but alas not many think of taking the back entrance. The wind hummed gently through the tree tops mammals, inverts and amphibians all going about there business, ignoring the undead that glided amongst them.

Feoigh had made it to the desert his leather cloak had shielded him from the dreaded sun that tried to burn him to ash, his right twitching ferociously agonising his movements, angered eyes glaring into the jungle abyss, there was prey here,  though he did not feed on animal blood often, lucky for them all, he was not craving a meal, he was once a grand socialite, parties and a family, and now he was no more than an out cast to all. The sun denied him the ability to go out in the day when most are travelling, he has not seen nor felt a woman for what seemed eternity, to have so much, then lose it all, the creature held a grudge against the world.

He found a small  paradise within the jungle, a small pond with fresh water flowing into it, moss layering the ground to form a cool mattress, small flowers to bring a small and unsatisfying delight to the brute, and the relaxing sounds of the waves kissing the beaches that lay behind, a treasure he would only be able to witness at night. He clambered up a towering tree, and made a large branch his nesting site, large enough to cope with his violent twitches that plagued him, with water, little to no spotlight of sunshine just the gentle glow from fireflies he had found a place better than the damp cave he once resided. A paradise he decided that would be his own...

[Anonymous]

Fireflies sure were a novelty to Yuna.
The woman hardly left her home now. She feared for her loved ones, but Ziggy had convinced her to leave, stating that he could care for Zero. Sos he had left. But being who she was, her small 'adventure' that was supposed to end a week ago, had dragged on and on. 'Till she was too far south to return home anytime soon.

She ran, following the flies, their glow the only thing that lit her way, laughing every now and then as they swerved off corse, causing her to weave through the dense foliage of the jungle, with her grace, the only sounds she made were when her pinwheel hit the trunk of one of the trees, pulling a huge chink of wood out of it. Yuna never bothered to look back, both the tree and her pinwheel would be fine.

Her long blue clothing blew out behind her as she ran, long black boots made for this kind of terrain made it easy to keep up with the flies. Inhumane senses could scout everything for miles around her. She was going far to fast to be human, and she didn't care either. No-one was around to watch anyway.

Yuna could hear the heartbeats of all the creatures around her, their breath quickening in fear as she passed, and left them unharmed.
The desert hadn't been kind to the young warrior. She'd always hated the heat. But she'd figured that if she followed the fireflies they'd lead her to some place were water could be found. She was thirsty. She wanted to return home soon too.

Eventually, she could smell the water, this time, she ran ahead of the flies. Watching them whirl around her head as she passed, they buzzed in distress before swerving away from her. She laughed again, and slowed to a walk. A loud bang as one of the spikes on her pinwheel collied with a tree trunk again, tearing out more wood. She ignored it, and stepped through the last few trees.

She could hear the water now. The soft trickling was comforting. She rounded one last thick tree and stopped. One hand on the wood, the other twitching to her wheel. But she didn't draw it.
A few feet away from her, up in a tree, was another man. But she could sense no life coming from him. He had no heartbeat. No real aura at all.
Yuna blinked, and swallowed, watching him twitch.

The fireflies still didn't seem to be frightened of him. They circled near Yuna as well, more near her, as if they hoped she was some sort of force here to eliminate this odd man. She said nothing to him still and moved from where she stood, walking closer to the pond, and crouching down, lowering a hand into the water, she drank the cool, fresh liquid. Before she stood again, and looked at the man. Trying to figure out what he was...
He wasn't human.

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At first he thought he was dreaming, the sound of a woman laughing every now and again, he morphed it into his wives laugh, he had forgotten what she sounded like, but not her looks, never her angelic looks, not the taste of her blood when he butchered her alive, sweet, sweet memories... until the sound of timbre being torn from its rightful place made him twitch more violently than normal and his enraged eyes opened.

Another laugh, it was not his loved one. No it couldn't be her. Another agonising crunch from the trees as another slice had been taken from another victim, it wasn't long till the sensation of being watched crawled over his body, making him curl into a ball, the sound of the living poured into his ears, the scent of her galloping up his nostrils. A low subtle snarl was released

A laboured wheezing started to become more audible, as his stiff body started to crunch into the shape of a crouching man, his back turned to the other, a large, loud snarl and a leap into the air and the creature was gone.

Or so was the illusion, his form suddenly came crashing down to the ground, with a loud thump, septic puss dribbling out of the beings mouth, the right of his body dark purple with burns and some infection, where his left was deathly pale, his eyes, one blood red, the other angelic blue glaring at this.. Intruder

The creature was well dressed,  dark red leather trousers and cloak with a ebony silk shirt tucked into his trousers, money was the least of this beings problems "Back from the dead my sweet?", words falling from his mouth, a deep lustful voice that, if only she hadn't of seen him may have been seducing, his head flicking to the right angrily eyes never leaving her. His mind had told him that she was one from his past, many, many hundreds of years ago, and she had come back to taunt him in his deprived and grotesque version of himself now. His mind told him this, due to her not smelling human, but she didnt seem undead either, the wrench must have obtained a new body, making it possessed, it wouldnt smell human, but it wouldnt smell of death, like his sorry carcass, which did.

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She didn't move when he leapt from his perch. When he turned to face her, Yuna's hand shot up to her pinwheel, wrapping around the nearest spike.

He looked... like a walking carcass. No wonder he had no heartbeat. Yuna's blue eyes zeroed in on his own mismatched ones. Blinking as she looked from the red to the blue one.

When he spoke, Yuna drew the pinwheel, gripping the joint between the two spikes. Looking at the... thing before her.

The way he was dressed forced Yuna to come to the conclusion of 'Vampire'. But she knw how she had thought they looked and how they really looked were two different things entirely. Leather red pants and long black cloaks, with singed left hand sides didn't necessarily mean he was the walking dead.... Did it?
He sure looked it....

Then she frowned, "I-I never died... sunshine." she retorted. Figuring that if he was going to call her pet names, why the heck not retaliate with them?
She grinned to herself, still finding the situation funny, though there was clearly nothing funny about it.

His voice had been odd too. When her old friends used to tell her vampire stories, this was similar to how they had described them. Tall, pale skinned, red eyes, dressed in red and black... This man did match most of those things.

She shifted the hand on the wheel, gripping the spikes ready to hurl them at the.. 'vampire' man. She was scared, but she'd buried her fear in her curiosity. Telling herself that he wasn't really what she thought he was.

Her grip tightened on the spike closest to her. But she stood her ground.

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That glimmer of fear that trickled through the females body called to him her hand shooting to grab her weapon, his wife never dared turned her hand against him, how dare she do so now!?!

She was rather attractive, the light angelic look that his darling had,  he wondered if she tasted as good as she looked, his wife sure did, the memories of his wives blood flowing smoothly down is throat sent shivers of satisfaction down his spine his eyes rolled back into his skull as he tried to control himself from lunging forwards to bite onto the females chest, the out layer of where her heart would be, a split tongue crossed his teeth before he twitched violently, a howl of pain and he snapped back to reality, glaring at her, she caused this, she brought this pain onto him just like the others did..

Sunshine? How dare she bring that into this!! A low rumble of a growl, like distant thunder was emitted from clenched rotten teeth,  "Not died you say? Then why the hell are you here?" He did not feel like fighting, for he fought almost all the time, but he did not wish for some... Gorgeous tart waltz to his new found home and steal it from him.

He watched as her grasp seem to tighten upon her weapons, a  large uproar of laughter was flung towards her, eyes widening, is reddened eye seeming to grow more veins, or express them more, which ever the person perceived to be the case, "Clenching your weapons like they will save you is a hideous mistake I've lived for to long to care about deaths grasp, go ahead throw one at me"

He stood waiting, wanting her to throw it, to see if he would die, to long had he been tortured in this world, and death seemed only a release from one hell to another. He had been attacked viciously before however, and he doubted that this... Child could end his life, or enhance it.

[Anonymous]

((By the way, you can hurt her if you want, just don't kill/transform her. Everything else is fine ^^))

Yuna winced when she saw that tongue snake out of his lips and over his teeth. It was a hideous sight. Not one she would have liked to have seen. So, the sight settled it for her. He was a vampire. He fit the description perfectly.
Then, she was giggling.
She didn't know why either. This situation was far from funny. But then... thats what made it funny in the first place. Really, what kind of vampire goes to a desert?!

He let out a shriek, that had Yuna close her eyes for a moment. The smile lost from her face. She tried to block out the horrible sound.
As quickly as it had started, it stopped, she relaxed a little. Opening her eyes again.
"I could ask you the same question!" she retorted. Just what was he doing here?

Then it was his turn to laugh, as he taunted her. Daring her to hurl the pinwheel at him. She would, without hesitation. If he didn't confuse her so much. Clearly he wasn't human. His sentence chased any thoughts that opposed the one she held from her mind as he said it.
Yep, Vampire.
She had to wonder though. Could he turn into a bat or a wolf? Did he light on fire when the sun was out? did he sleep in a coffin?!
Too bad she'd never find out.

Yuna found herself laughing again. Oh goddess, what a wonderful time to be doing that.

Then she pulled herself from it, focussing on what was happening now.
She hesitated. Before, she adjusted her hold on the weapon, and with a blur of inhumane movement, the wheel was flying right for him. If he didn't move, it'd rip out a chunk of his shoulder, maybe some bone, and, if she was lucky, that red eye of his.
The wheel spun, matching a large cart wheel rolling at full speed, moonlight glinting off the shiny metal as it whistled out of her hold, the sound of it slicing through the air seemed to be the only sound around them.

[Anonymous]

The living was giggling at him, just like they did before, when the sun slowly devoured some of his flesh, gritting his teeth he watched , his yowl of pain was an expression of some that he felt, oh the beast did wish for at least one lonesome hour where this pain did not taunt him, her voice pierced through him "Can one not escape the world without demons following, taunting, cursing, ensuring for my life to be more painful?" his voice pained but angered flowed through wheezing breaths his head flicking stiff and quickly to where he was burnt, he took off his gloves and neatly tucked them into a pocket, like any gentleman would do for when touching a girls flesh with his own bare hands for the first time, a claw grew from his left index finger and he forced it through his collar bone, another scream of agonising pain, and his entire side bubbled and flared like ambers upon a dying fire, whipping his hands away he put his gloves back on, and glared at her "I demand you leave here, for you have no right following me to my new found home" wild eyes glaring at her wishing for her to just disappear, though that never happens when trouble brews does it?

She laughed again, which only enraged him more, he started to chew his tongue, a few streams of blood dribbled down his chin, only to be lapped back up into his infected bleeding gums, her weapon was now flying at him, and he smiled, eyes widening in amusement, into his shoulder it tore and made a home within a tree, his breathing was raced and a cackle of love and amusement roared forth from him, he looked at his gaping wound before looking towards her, again shooting up into the trees, swiftly moving through the tree tops, and then nothing, the beast had turned into his bat form, small and hidden, flapping his velvet wings slowly, before going down from the trees behind the damsel, returning to how he had shown himself before, breathing pervert-idly down her ear, his scent of death leaving and surrounding the breather.

His burnt hand went to grab her hip, he knew for a fact, if he successfully grabbed onto her, then the area of which he would be holding would burn like he burnt the day his pursuers forced him into the light, as his arm bled the plants  catching the droplets withered, while his veins , archeries and even muscle started to stretch to rejoin where the gap is now, his skin melting back into position, though it would scar him, most certainly a darker grey than his skin basically was now, it was painful, and his hand wished to grip like a vice onto something to help him feel comforted during this process, and his attacker being the only thing here, than she would have to do.