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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 4, 2011 14:20:54 GMT -5
Riku ran quickly through the trees, a grin plastered on his face though he was a bit annoyed with being chased. Why was he being chased, because this was a third time he'd stolen a newly caught meal from deamones family, and not small meals, but large game that he sucked dry just leaving the bloodless flesh. The family didn't seem to like that and had tried to set up a trap for him, but Riku ran away and was still running. He wondered when they would give up already.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 15:05:37 GMT -5
The wet cloth was smooth and heavy against his skin, worn and faded with age to a dull brown darkened by moisture now. Goosebumps shivered along his skin with a new gust of cold air and it was entirely too tempting to abandon the rest of his things to dry as they would and find some warmer place to curl up and wait in. Iridain pulled his hands from beneath his arms, warm breath fluttering against chilled fingers before returning to the business of scrubbing the stains from his leggings, pale, smooth legs folded loosely off to one side, light against the dark carpet of leaves.
It could have waited until he'd returned, of course, but once home he doubted he would have been given the time to do more than change before settling into the usual chaos of caring for the pack of his younger siblings. Besides, it felt good to have a moment alone away from them, every now and then, but he would have to dress and return soon. They would be waiting, probably less than patiently, and his bearer and giver would have returned by now with the day's gathering. Standing, he wrung the water out as best he could, keeping an ear out for any unusual sounds over the quiet stream as he stepped, nose wrinkled into an expression of distaste, into his wet pants.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 4, 2011 15:13:20 GMT -5
Riku continued to run until he got to a stream. His grin widened and he jumped in. he figured he'd just loose them under the water and began swimming.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 15:19:41 GMT -5
A splash startled the bearer from his discomfort and he turned quickly to glance upstream, dark eyes flashing black in the dim light even as he took a quick step backward toward the cover of the trees and underbrush. There was never any telling what sort of creature one might encounter in the forest, and a great deal of them could be unpleasant.
A chill ran along him that had nothing to do with the cool water against his skin as he called to mind a few of his giver's more impressive scars. Still...he could not begin to see much, even with the relatively clear view of the stream afforded by the smaller trees on its bank and if there were any ripples or bubbles, they were being hidden well by the dark, rushing water. He took a half step back, moving slow and soft, as soon as the sound of pursuit reached his ears; whatever was going on, it was very likely he wanted little do with it.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 4, 2011 16:15:37 GMT -5
Riku reached the end of the stream and got out. He was annoyed his clothes were soaked, but he could hear the deamones family running the opposite way, probably taking to trees. It wasn't like they expected a vampyre to take to the water and for such a long time.
"Ah, now I'm hungry again from all the running," Riku announced. "Thang Deamones not wanting to share, 's not like I didn't leave them the meat, shit."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 16:21:52 GMT -5
Iridain froze, half hidden behind the tangle of brush he'd backed into and the tall, straight line of a young tree; he'd caught the flash of fangs as the man spoke, dim in the light but undeniably there and he wanted little to do with a hungry vampyre. His hand brushed against the bark as he lifted a foot to measure out a step before easing further out of view, or perhaps he might have managed it if it hadn't been for the dry crunch of a few leaves beneath his foot.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 4, 2011 19:39:27 GMT -5
Riku's head snapped around at the sound of crunching. His aqua eyes caught sight of something moving by a tree and he smiled, fangs glinting. Slowly, he started forwards.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 19:44:16 GMT -5
Blanserta, he couldn't see a thing from where he pressed back against the tree, but it didn't sound much like the vampyre had seen him. Then again, the stream masked the softest of noises. Iridain remained there, fingers clenching at the bark, paralyzed with indecision.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 5, 2011 20:36:30 GMT -5
Slowly, Riku crept up on the other side of the tree and reached a hand around, his other arm ready to snatch the creature if they decided to go the other way.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 13, 2011 18:08:07 GMT -5
Ever so softly, he twisted about the side of the tree, darting forward only to collide directly with an outstretched hand. Scrabbling desperately, Iridain reached up to push it away and free the way to make his break for it.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 14, 2011 12:59:22 GMT -5
Riku immediately brought his other hand around the person and brought them to him. "Oh, and what is this?"
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Post by antibellum on Mar 14, 2011 23:49:17 GMT -5
Iridain thrashed back against the arms holding him, rebounding forward after the failed effort with an expression more fear than anger. What did it look like, really? The petite bearer thinned his lips in a scowl, jerking back again with a growl possibly more pitiful than intimidating," Let me go!"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 16, 2011 13:27:17 GMT -5
"I don't think so, it seems I've caught me a good meal," Riku said pulling the smaller man with him.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 16, 2011 14:03:05 GMT -5
Stiffening at the term, the bearer set his heels into the ground, lifting his knee to strike it at the vampyre's gut with a hiss, dark eyes wild with anger and fear, " I'm no one's meal, least of all yours!"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Mar 21, 2011 16:28:13 GMT -5
Riku groaned and grabbed onto the other again lifting him over his shoulder. "You think a small thing lik eyou can get away. The more you fight, the more I'll take, shit."
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