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@prozdrljiiv
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The vampir feigns disappointment for a moment, taking in the sight of the person before him. His eyes say boy but his nose says girl, and that alone is enough to pique Nikolae’s interest. He could have stopped in any carriage, gotten into any seat - but if there’s one thing he simply can’t resist, it’s a mysterious person.
As the train rattles along, swaying slightly as their carriage hits an uneven bit of track, something dangerous glints in his eyes. “Is it not more adventerous to take a chance without knowing what will happen? I usually find that those who take a chance on the rails are more like to take chances in games as well.” He sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly. “You youths… so unpredictable.” He reaches into his coat pocket, feeling around before his fingers close around something round.
Pulling it out, he holds it up for his companion to observe - a sweet, wrapped in pretty red paper. “The outcome is this - if you can correctly tell me how many carriages this locomotive is leading, I will give you this sweet.” He smirks, a mischevous look glinting in the grey of his eyes. “Or, if that is not to your liking,” he says, twisting the sweet in such a way that it disappers behind his fingers for a moment, “you can have this instead.” When he turns his hand back, a shiny golden coin glints in the sweet’s place, an easy sleight of hand.
Hazel eyes study the man critically, her arms tense ever so slightly in their crossed pose. “It’s rather ambitious of you to assume that I’m here on the rails for adventure and that I’m not going to visit my sick mother through the mountains. This is the most efficient way of travel now, isn’t it?” Her expression has no change when she eyes the candy, she knew she looked younger than her age with the persona she’d taken up - but she couldn’t look so young to be tempted by candy.
And then the coin, thick brows furrow as she eyes it and then him. What a strange game. How many carriages for a gold coin or a candy? There had to be a catch for such a silly question to offer a reward where the winnings were so drastically different.
“And if I guess wrong?” She pushed, her eyes glancing to the back of the carriage, wondering if her dexterity could out maneuver this mans sheer mass. He was tall - and she could not gauge whether or not he was fast or if his size would hinder him.
He studies them in turn as they study him, still picking through the intricacies of their mannerisms, their voice, their face. They're a pretty thing, either way. He smirks. "Oh certainly it's efficient -- it would not be so successful if it were not," he says, looking out the window towards the growing night, the sky a soft purple giving way to deep blue. "But it still seems like an awfully big adventure, doesn't it?" He inhales, closing his eyes. His nose fills with their scent, that ever important data point. "I never get tired of it, the way it's so alive." Opening his eyes again, Nikolae places the coin on the table between them, allowing it to rattle in way that reads almost as menacing. "If you guess wrong, you tell me what brings you onto my train." He tilts his head as he smirks, eyes narrowed. "Seem fair?"
prozdrljiiv:
“Mm, right you are,” he hums in approval, unable to keep the lusty edge out of his tone. “I turned her when she was sixteen. She’s never forgiven me.” He laughs a little to himself, lost in a memory for a moment. “I personally think it’s hilarious when new employees find out that she’s their boss.” He shrugs. “Ah, well. Either way, she has a tendency to get violent with me.” He politely evades explaining the other reasons why her distaste for him is so great – after all, if there’s anything he’s learned from the last few waves of feminist thought, it’s that it’s not his story to tell. He meets her eyes, a devious smirk creeping onto his lips. “Do you want to see my teeth next?”
“Cant blame her.” Words escape in a mutter before she halts herself, hands removing their selves from his skin, retreating back to herself when he mentions seeing his teeth. It’s a caution that arises more than concern, gaze flickering over his features as though determining various outcomes that could occur. Could be he simply grins at her and bares his teeth, could be he uses them against her. It’s a risk either way, huff of a breath escaping her as though trying to relax herself again. “-You expect me to comment how big and sharp they are or something?” A pause, shifting herself a few inches backwards from him in carefulness. “…Sure, but if you fuckin’ try anything at all, I’ll put another one in you a lot lower than your shoulder.”
"You're a cold girl sometimes, little huntress," he says playfully, releasing her wrist. "What kind of monster do you think I am, exactly? I am nothing but a gentleman," he lies, shaking his head ever so slightly. "How wounding your words are! Wicked girl." A long pause, and then a closed-lipped smirk. Slowly, he opens his lips to show his changed teeth, all of them seemingly sharper, more deadly than they had moments ago. Both his maxillary and mandibular canines seem longer, the shape of them wholly inhuman, his incisors more viscous with their points. Even with his new frightly pearly-whites, he has the air of a beast that is confident in his charisma, in the handsome qualities of his face.
"Let’s play this, just this once. It’s really fun."
There is clear suspicion in the features of the boy sitting across from him. Though everything about them in dress would convey that stereotypical gender conformation. They were in fact...not of the male gender nor did they pretend to be more so then outward appearance. It was all a ruse. A trick of the eye to push off any second thoughts that she might be anything other than just some poor kid. Her stature and build - flat in all senses of the word - would appear to be that of a teenage boy or perhaps even younger.
Her arms crossed over her chest, and one leg crossed over the other, bouncing with anxious impatience. Brows furrowed when she looked at him, clearly not comfortable but trying not to draw too much attention to that fact.
"I don't like to play games I don't know the outcome of." Penelope Lang or Pip, did not trust anyone. Especially not slick contemporaries such as this man - no good ever came of a man dressed to the nines with an all too smug grin. No matter how enticing it might appear on the outside.
Something felt off about him - and something else told her it might be too dangerous to try and get away before she found out WHAT exactly that feeling was.
The vampir feigns disappointment for a moment, taking in the sight of the person before him. His eyes say boy but his nose says girl, and that alone is enough to pique Nikolae's interest. He could have stopped in any carriage, gotten into any seat - but if there's one thing he simply can't resist, it's a mysterious person.
As the train rattles along, swaying slightly as their carriage hits an uneven bit of track, something dangerous glints in his eyes. "Is it not more adventerous to take a chance without knowing what will happen? I usually find that those who take a chance on the rails are more like to take chances in games as well." He sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You youths... so unpredictable." He reaches into his coat pocket, feeling around before his fingers close around something round.
Pulling it out, he holds it up for his companion to observe - a sweet, wrapped in pretty red paper. "The outcome is this - if you can correctly tell me how many carriages this locomotive is leading, I will give you this sweet." He smirks, a mischevous look glinting in the grey of his eyes. "Or, if that is not to your liking," he says, twisting the sweet in such a way that it disappers behind his fingers for a moment, "you can have this instead." When he turns his hand back, a shiny golden coin glints in the sweet's place, an easy sleight of hand.
prozdrljiiv:
“Very good,” he says, just barely managing not to sound condescending. “You’re a quick study.” He laughs a little at her question, slowly guiding her hand down to another set of gouges along his ribs. “I am a bit of a…” he searches for the word, and smirks to himself when finds it, “…polarizing figure in our circles.” The gouges that he guides her to are deeper, the flesh appearing raw although the wounds are long since healed. Her hands are nice and warm against his cool skin, and he purrs quietly. “We are people, you know. We have thoughts and feelings, same as you.” Another private smile, a slight tilt of the head as he follows her fingers with his eyes. “Well, those that are born. Made vampiri are little more than animals, in my opinion.” He laughs a little, and guides her to another rough patch of flesh. “They’re barely a step above humans.” He interrupts his own thought, pressing her fingers tighter against the flesh. “How about this one? This one is from my sister, Suzana. What is she?”
His comment of what he was to his circles brings a light roll of her eyes, a muttered yea whatever under her breath before attention is drawn back to his skin, finding a odd intimacy In how he guides her hands to different scars, brows furrowing then he presses her fingers tighter against a particular rough patch of skin. Sister…another note to keep in the mind, light hun escaping her as both hands come to the scarring, gentle yet explorative to the wound.
“A made vampir.” Though the statements made, there’s a tinge of uncertainty in her tone that mingles with her ever present curiosity. She would have expected her to also be born like him, yet this scarring didn’t feel as such from his explanations.
"Mm, right you are," he hums in approval, unable to keep the lusty edge out of his tone. "I turned her when she was sixteen. She's never forgiven me." He laughs a little to himself, lost in a memory for a moment. "I personally think it's hilarious when new employees find out that she's their boss." He shrugs. "Ah, well. Either way, she has a tendency to get violent with me." He politely evades explaining the other reasons why her distaste for him is so great -- after all, if there's anything he's learned from the last few waves of feminist thought, it's that it's not his story to tell. He meets her eyes, a devious smirk creeping onto his lips. "Do you want to see my teeth next?"
huntrcsss
She listens like an attentive student attempting to obtain the best marks in the class, tensing under his touch for a brief moment before allowing him to guide her hand to the different markings, etching the touch and differences he explains to memory, for research later to confirm. As much as in the moment she doesn’t see much reason for him to lie; he did offer to teach her, and it’s knowledge she could certainly use if she were to migrate from big dogs to bats like this.
Curiosity and confidence rises as other hand finally rises up, daring to touch the made scar versus the birthed one to feel the differences at the same time, light hum escaping her in thought. “Yea, I understand - so born’s are more of a clean slice, whereas made tends to be more rough when leaving a mark - made’s tend to have to tear, which can leave more rugged damage versus a born - where it’s more clean. like the difference of a sharpened dagger versus a rough razor.” A pause, collecting her thoughts and knowledge as gaze rises to meet his. “So hunts would likely be because of a made vampir; do they attach born vampir? is that why you ahve these? but you have them from both…”
"Very good," he says, just barely managing not to sound condescending. "You're a quick study." He laughs a little at her question, slowly guiding her hand down to another set of gouges along his ribs. "I am a bit of a..." he searches for the word, and smirks to himself when finds it, "...polarizing figure in our circles." The gouges that he guides her to are deeper, the flesh appearing raw although the wounds are long since healed. Her hands are nice and warm against his cool skin, and he purrs quietly. "We are people, you know. We have thoughts and feelings, same as you." Another private smile, a slight tilt of the head as he follows her fingers with his eyes. "Well, those that are born. Made vampiri are little more than animals, in my opinion." He laughs a little, and guides her to another rough patch of flesh. "They're barely a step above humans." He interrupts his own thought, pressing her fingers tighter against the flesh. "How about this one? This one is from my sister, Suzana. What is she?"
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"There's some big bats!"
-Ekat arguing that Nikolae, noted vampire whose werebat form is over 8 feet tall, fucked some regular ass bats
yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now
huntrcsss:
Head tilts curiously when he sits on top of the bed, caution and warning mingling in her gaze, a moment of silence and contemplation passing before she finally dares to shift, coming to sit atop her own knees as she inches closer to him.
Just close enough that she can extend a hand outward with elbow lightly bent when her finger ghost over one of the displayed wounds at his chest, brows furrowing when she does, to her growing knowledge, feel a difference between a few of them. “So the fangs are shaped differently between those born and made…why is that? More of a biological thing? The difference between born and made? Is one more dangerous in bite than the other?” Curiosity spikes until her fingers are fully touching atop the skin, cautious and gentle in their touch yet curiosity focused more on the wounds rather than the idea of being this close to him.
He smirks as he watches her, listens to her questions. As she grows more confident in her touch, he delicately takes her by the wrist and guides her hand across the expanse of his chest to his other pectoral, another scar. "I was born with teeth that do what I need them to -- those that were once human need to adapt what they already have." He moves her hand more, encouraging her to feel along the line of what looks more like four slashes than a bite mark. "Feel it? A born vampir slices with their teeth, while a made vampir tears with its fangs. A born's bite will always be four, two upper and two lower, a made's will always be two -- and much rougher." He moves her hand to the made bite once more, encouraging her to feel the difference in the flesh. "A born does not typically bite to kill -- just to feed. A made's bite allows for no difference between killing and feeding." His gaze remains fixed on her face, watching her expression carefully. He doesn't think she'll try to do something stupid, optimist that he is, but he doesn't fully trust her either. "Do you follow?"
huntrcsss:
He’s faster than she anticipates, taking notice how target shifts from chest to shoulder instead, brows furrowing as she goes to pull the trigger once again in hopes of a more lethal mark -
only to find breath knocked out of her chest when he knocks her to the ground, bullet released into the roof as weapon clatters out of her hand, skittering across the ground until she hears the soft thud of it hit the wall somewhere behind her in the room. am arm swift to rise & try to block his hands whilst the other cautiously reaches for her bag at her side. something to get him off of her, fingers dancing over the touch of various items before she grasp onto simething.
small twitch of a smirk still rises on her features when his grasp wraps around her shirt, head canting a slight tilt as though more amused of her situation than concerned. “ Yet I still got a good shot on you, huh asshole?”
He doesn't like that grin on her face, wants to bite through her cheeks and her lips and make it so she can't do much of anything with that mouth anymore, but he simply smirks back, lifting her chest with her shirt. "Something funny, little girl?" he purrs, tilting his head to match hers, the tautness in both of their bodies evident from the slight shake of strain. "Care to let me in on what the joke is, or are you too smart for that?"
“Have you ever done this before?” // :^)c
“I’m not inexperienced, if that’s what you’re askin’. Now, with someone like you? Yea, it’s new for me…”
A broq quirks upward as huff of a breath escapes her, shifting so she rest atop her elbows on the bed, upper chest risen with gaze resting on him. “If you really wanted to, you could just leave.”
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He smirks, meeting her gaze for a moment before he turns his attention to shrugging off his shirt. "Someone like me, is it?" He laughs a little at that. "Yes, I could leave, but I did promise to teach you -- and if a gentleman doesn't keep his promises, he's no gentleman at all." He then kneels on the bed, and pats the section of the towel in front of him. "Now, come here. You're not going to be able to see everything from all the way over there." Putting a hand to his right pectoral, he runs his fingers over long-healed shallow gouges, the shape of razor fangs evident. "Now, I am a born vampir, which means that I've had my fair share of made vampiri take a bite out of me." He gestures for her to touch, curling his finger in a come-hither gesture. "Come, feel. There's a difference in what the teeth of a made vampir and born vampiri leave behind."
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Grip tightens on the weapon with a priacticed ease once he shows in the doorframe, finger sliding from the side of the gun to where it rest on the trigger, brows furrowing when he mentions previous kills. it’s merely enough of a comment to keep weapon aimed, breath being stolen in her chest. “-You get the honor of being the first.” & she finally pulls the trigger, releasing silver bullet.
Nikolae only has a moment to stand idly with a smug grin before she pulls the trigger, and the bullet comes sailing towards him. Even with his supernatural instinct, his inhuman reflexes, it's only enough to change the target that she hits. As the bullet digs into the flesh of his shoulder, his vampir skin already screaming, trying to shove the thing out with tendrils of black blood. He hisses as his skin begins to smoke, fingers embarrassingly trembling as the thing burns into him, away from his fingers, deeper into the flesh. Realizing the futility of trying to retrieve the thing, he instead launches himself at her, knocking them both down to the ground, fingers grabbing at her hair, her arms, her face, a horrible grin spreading across his features as he straddles her. "A good try," he says condescendingly as he wraps the shoulder of her shirt into his fist, "but you'd have better luck if you had caught me off guard."
"The cat's back again."
Nikolae follows her gaze, and indeed sees what she does. Orange and white, its whiskers glow as it walks through the same sunbeam it has followed all afternoon, the same sunbeam that has been making a solemn march across the floor to a dirge that none can hear. The ancient marble of his ancestral home looks so dingy, so bleak in stark sunlight, as if that golden light shows its true nature. Strays are not unheard of in Mokrija -- it's more that the individual is only seen once.
"Does it bother you?" he asks, himself unsure of what exactly he means. He scans her features for a response, and finds none. She is so difficult to read, even for one as learned as he. He sighs, and turns back towards the window, careful to stand clear of the sunlight. It hurts his eyes even to look, but he hates to show any weakness before her. "I'm not inclined to kick it out myself, you know. In past times, Mokrija had a horrible rat problem." The tile beneath his feet shifts ever so slightly, laughing at their private joke. "Letting in the strays rectifies that." He looks over to her again, something pointed in his gaze, his mouth pressed into a tight grin.
Without warning, he grasps the curtain tie and pulls the bow loose. The curtains flow swiftly -- the fabric of them heavy with exhaustion like everything in the castle is -- and fall across the window, blotting out the last of the sun's damnable light that penetrates the glass that his servants have so lovingly cleaned. The cat bolts, startled by the movement, and disappears around the corner without a sound. In an instant, everything in the room looks new again, sparkling as though never touched by dust. "Do you think I should perhaps make this place more comfortable for them? Give them proper room and board? It seems a shame to have all this space devoid of life, and it's such a valuable service they provide."
