𝑨 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆.

This is a HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE BLOG written by Bubbles. This character was estimated back in 2015 and has been re-vamped by the creator. No OOC drama will be tolerated and all memes/open posts are open for non-mutuals. Below are link for character information and rules.

𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀​

She was that terrifying sort of beauty. Both the wounded deer and the hungering predator in one flesh. The intense aroma of mystical blood and the dwindling scent of smoke that flowed out from her had him trapped. Able to do nothing but stare in awe as she began to speak to him, and move with caution. Vlad had encountered and personally knew a plethora of nightmarish creatures, but never, in all his centuries, had he seen something like this. If there were any texts, or oral tales about what this mysterious soul was, he could not think of any as he looked upon her, as she adopted a more human appearance.

The only thing that kept the vampire as an aid to this creature, was his apparent wonderment of her. He was no good Samaritan. Had she been anything less than what she was, he would have kept moving on – or would have put her out of her misery. “I am the same as you. Well, not exactly the same, but a being not of this world. Far beyond it, in fact,” he answered smoothly casting his icy blue eyes to rest in the earth of her own.  If she listened close enough, she would sense no heartbeat, no gush of a pulse. The living dead. “I must ask the same! What magnificent creature are you? Who would harm you?” He inquired in a voice almost placating to the woman. Surely, those who sought to harm something, found the beast to be unlike them, and wished to strip it of strength, remove it from the world. He knew what it was to be both the hunter and the hunted.

The dragon was tired. There was no wounds on her body, transformation simply always took a lot out of her and she requires proper rest. She was full in this moment, A full belly from the flesh of those who dared to harm her, but the gentleman before her did not tremble, not in the slightest. He shows no sign of distaste, nothing ill - just genuine curiosity, a curiosity she had never seen before, however, she has not been on this Earth as long as he has. She was still in her twenties, twenty-eight to be exact.

𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀.​

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 – 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 – 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. 

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 nose….

…could it be? Did such a creature exist? If he existed, then surely these could. He couldn’t 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. “What can I do?” He questioned in his rich baritone voice.

When he finally made himself visible, Mileena’s 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?

𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍.​

Jordan smiled when she agreed to the drink. He ordered it from the bartender, as well as another whiskey for himself. He then turned to her and smiled. ‘’I’m Jordan.’’ he introduced himself. ‘’So what brings you here tonight?’’ he asked her, finding himself wanting to know more about her.

    ❝Nice to meet you, Jordan.❞ Mileena spoke softly, offering a friendly smile. She had no intentions on having conversation with anyone, but found herself happy that she wasn’t sitting there stuck in the depths of her own mind. The questions causes her to look away and chuckle,  ❝Do you want the real answer or the fun and friendly answer to that question, Jordan?❞