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Seattle, and all her glimmering life, would somtimes for the fallen prince to retreat. His own home in a quiet suburb was a daily refuge, but even then β he missed the woods and his own home, the land beyond the forest. Vlad took a week off from work to dwell in a cabin he kept in a swath of pined forests. A forest so green and that the ferns and mosses were as thick as the trees.
His third night was started with a stroll under dusky skies, in his casual clothes, though they were all still black. He cared not where he wandered β he even considered adopting the guise of the wolf and going for a run until he reached an outcropping somewhere. Instead, the air which passed the vampire was tainted with that scent that meant life for him, and death for another.
He followed it with the focus of a bloodhound, across fallen trees he stepped, branches pushed aside. It was safest to follow it like this instead of immediately materializing at the source.Β
The source was a woman, no, more than a woman. The vampire kept himself motionless behind the thick cover of a bush. She growled out to him, made it known she sensed another. He could not step out right away. Rather, he watched, and saw the spots on her arms, the blood, and the smoke coming out of her noseβ¦.
β¦could it be? Did such a creature exist? If he existed, then surely these could. He couldnβt help but allow an excited smile to slip onto his mouth.
Vlad stepped out hands raised low at his sides, showing he meant no harm as he took only three steps closer.Β βWhat can I do?β He questioned in his rich baritone voice.
When he finally made himself visible, Mileenaβs steps stopped and she stares at him. Her stance made it clear that she was still guarded, however, that does not mean that she was not tired. Transformation was such a bone breaking and brutal thing to experience and even behold. Some lucky enough to witness it could barely withstand the agony of it all. But this was a different encounter, a new one. Patches of scales slowly faded to her natural skin tone, her eyes now back to their rich brown color. What could he do?
Β Β Β Β βTired...β She finally spoke,Β β--And lost..β Her voice was a little lower than what it usually would be. Brown orbs take in her surroundings for a moment before landing on the face of the man before her. If a man is what you can even call him. With a slight furrow of her brows, she slowly and cautiously draws closer to him, her neck extending as she sniffs the air around him,Β βWho are you? --What are you?β She has never smelled anyone like this before but she did make sure she give him his proper space.