Life as Dragon

Aleksandra had been sat at the bar, a familiar one to her but she liked it too much to find another one to go to. She was nursing her drink when she heard the sound of a voice coming from beside her. She turned her attention to him, eyes wandering over him, the vampire sensing straight away he was like her. "I mean it all depends on what kind of change, for the better or the worse." She spoke up, taking a small sip of her drink. "I know that I have changed, a few centuries will do that to a person." She gave him a warm smile. "How long have you been a vampire?"

ooc: I haven't written with anyone in at least 6 years and I'm just happy to have someone to write with. I've missed written rp. Thank you, it's perfect.

"I hope she can change or at least let me move on" He looks over to her and manages a smile not expecting such kindness from a stranger. His expression turns to curiosity, disbelief and a touch of fear at not only being clocked but also realizing he is next to a much older vampire. He speaks quietly not used to disclosing anything around his new found immortality and unsure if it's even safe to discuss.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) .

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[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower .

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance .

[ gift ]  for  your  muse  to  surprise  my muse  with  a  gift  ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

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Dragon was resting on the side of a dirt road doing his best not to move, His whole body hurt, Earlier that day he has been brutally beaten and though he managed to escape by shifting to his wolf form he was now stuck that way as far to many bones had broken to successfully shift back.

Hearing the dirt nearby moving he forced his shaky body up bared his teeth and growled. Though he couldn’t yet see who it was he was terrified it would be someone wanting to finish him off, either for all the crimes he had committed or for his soft fur.

The gathering was large, intended for the wealthy and well known though civilians could likely sneak in unnoticed if dressed well enough. The young vampire hadn’t wanted to attend this get together in the first place. Though having been invited he felt he had no choice. He was still new to being a blood sucker and knew he only had limited control.

Dragon took a drag off his cigarette and sighed heavily. “Seriously? Who in their right mind would find such small talk interesting,” He whispered quietly to himself as he watched the other party goers. Though had had only experienced 37 years of life it was enough to leave him bored with basic human interaction. Sex, feeding, genuine connection and deep conversation were all that interested him now.

“at least not anyone but him” she mused thinking back to her mentor,

"Indeed, it seems to get people's attention I've yet to have anyone scoff at gold. I don't have much use for my money outside looking the part amongst the other business folk. It can't hurt to make someone's day occasionally. You are a breath of fresh air after all the small talk this evening. Beautiful car. See you soon" He nods to her before heading to his Cadillac Coupe deVille and showing the way to the park.

He parks his car in the furthest spot from the entrance before leading her into the park, there are a few well-tended trees and a small man-made pond a few picnik tables at the water's edge. He takes her to a picnik table and sits facing the water. It's relatively quiet here. The noise of the city muted though ever present.

Realizing she is calm and not reacting as he expected he lowers his hands setting the gun at his side. Tears begin to stream down his face, yet he keeps his voice from cracking.

"Jackson." He says as he takes a cigarette from the pack. He looks to her eyes briefly before lowering his gaze back to the ground and lighting the cigarette with shaking hands.