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The still hunter stared down at the caravan slowly trundling past, human slaves pulling carts piled high with boxes, lower caste Upyr servants walking next to them. A ring of lax guards escorted them, warriors in lacquered wood and waxed leather armor, half focused on the perimeter, half eyeing the humans with carefully disguised hunger. No matter how they tried to hide their lust for flesh, Wolfgang knew they only stayed their blades because someone higher up the food chain owned every ounce. He raised his hand, exposing pale skin from under the dark cloak then flicked a finger forward. Shrieking loudly, shadows dropped from above landing on or near the guards, denying them effective use of bows.

Wolfgang leaped from the thick branch into the largest group clustered near the main wagon, sharp blades and sharper teeth finding exposed skin, openings in the protection. The guards, not wholly inexperienced, rallied quickly. The vampire, already spattered with Upyr blood from a few precise hits, laughed uproariously as they tried to work together to take him down. He danced to avoid thrusts and slashes then lunged in to latch onto one hapless fool who let down his guard. He spun his victim then stabbed deep with his long dagger, his mouth wide to bite hard on his throat then ripped it open, spraying blood everywhere. He shoved the dying man towards his fellows, fouling their attacks as the screaming guard blocked their blades before falling senseless to the ground.

Half lost in battle lust and focused on the four opponents in front of him, he did not see or hear the approach of a fifth behind him. A loud shout of warning and the sound of pottery breaking drew his attention briefly. A tall, brunette male, well-formed but obviously a slave judging by the chains chaffing his wrists, stared at him wide-eyed as he stood over the motionless body of another Upyr warrior, the rim of a broken vase gripped in strong fingers. If Wolfgang had still breathed, the beauty of the man would have stolen his breath away. Nodding briefly, he turned back to the battle and waded into the squad, bobbing and weaving, tangling their blows. He handily dispatched the remaining members of the squad.

“No!”

The king turned again and found the man pressed up against the side of the cart he had been pulling, one of his own hunters crowded into the males space, gripping his longish hair and opening jaws wide over his exposed neck. The slave trembled with fear but defiantly raised the pottery shard to slash across the vampires face, trying to push him away at the same time. The hunter hissed and raised a fist. Wolfgangs hand shot out and caught it as it descended then blinked, his mouth slightly open in shock and confusion. He had no intention of moving, of interfering in a hunters prerogative and yet he had not only closed the distance in the space of a human heartbeat, his fingers were like steel around the other vampires wrist. Growling in warning, he yanked his fighter away from the male and stepped in between them.

“Mine.”

With a hiss and a brief nod of his head, the other vampire spun on his heel and called out to his fellows clustered around another group of humans. “Save me some!” Wolfgang could feel the heat rising off the human behind him, the scent of his sweet sweat invaded his nostrils... intoxicating. He could hear the fear and adrenaline driving the strong heart. Fangs descending, he turned to take his prize and was again surprised. Rather than cower in fear or attempt to fight, the human had dropped his makeshift weapon and had stepped closer to him, his long fingers pulling his shirt away from his neck and muscular shoulder, exposing the vulnerable artery. He stood there, trembling in fear but defiant.

‘‘Dya, you get back here this instant!’‘ A completely soaked, middle aged man by the name of Rami stood stomping his feet, fuming from the ears as a young teenage girl fled for the sand covered dunes a little bit away from their encampment. She ran towards the top before making a well practiced jump, landing on it’s slope and sliding the rest of the ways down it as the elder man ranted on. ‘‘You just wait till your parents hear of this, you little hoodlum!’’ he screamed as she reached the bottom of the tiny hill and was greeted with cheers and gentle nudges of her peers. 

January’s Prompt: Sinners and Saints

Of the Seven Deadly Sins/Heavenly Virtues, pick one each that embodies your character. Don’t tell us what it is!

Choose any setting, circumstance, and/or event for your character to demonstrate the sin and virtue you chose. This could be a lone hunt in the forest, a moment of self-reflection before meeting another character, or even a flashback. But the sin and virtue must be exhibited in the same setting.

there are no word requirements on this prompt, but we recommend 200+ words

prompt responses must be completed by the end of January to be selected to debut

When others begin posting their prompts, try to guess which sin and virtue they chose for their character and why! At the end of January, we will randomly select one prompt response to be debuted on the main during February’s prompt.

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written for bloodvbonerpg’s january writing prompt warning: this content contains mature themes and several triggering topics

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February’s Prompt: Family Matters

Sanctuary isn’t exactly the big, happy family one would hope. In fact, family is hard to find in a world where everyone seems divided. But whether your character has a family or is without, it has been important in shaping who they are.

The next prompt is about family. Family can be blood relatives, those made by blood, or simply those your character has chosen to have in their life. Write anything about your character’s family. Whether that is a fond memory they have, how they lament the loss of one, or how they found theirs, we want to feel the importance of family to them.

there are no word requirements on this prompt, but we recommend 300+ words

prompt responses must be completed by the end of February to be selected to debut

These will be interesting insights into your fellow characters! At the end of February, we will randomly select one prompt response to be debuted on the main during March’s prompt.

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January’s Prompt: Sinners and Saints

featured prompt: “If One Door Closes Another Opens” from Elise Bone-Pledged

“Elise had snippets of the same dream from the night they entered the Upyr territory, starting a fortnight before the whole of it came to her in full...”

We were so thrilled with the overall group reception to the first Writing Prompt! They gave us amazing insight into your characters and were an utter joy to read as we got to know more about the citizens of Sanctuary. Were you able to correctly guess what Virtue and Vice was displayed by each character? 

As a child Nadya had always been in motion, traveling along the sweltering desert sands with the tribe she was born to. Never had she enjoyed it, but had never questioned the fact of her reality. Never complained about their journeys, merely rebelled in her own way for her own entertainment. Her father considered her a disappointment, and her mother kept hoping she’d change her ways while she just wanted to be herself. When she lost all she had in a mesmerizing vampire attack, the pain was dulled because she never truly felt she had anything to begin with. Heather had been one of the main things she’d dreaded to lose, the one person that gave her some happiness, and thankfully her tribe sister had been spared that night.

True bliss wasn’t something she easily came by. There ware snippets of joyful moments, but true and utter happiness was far to be found. Sanctuary came along and a dream seemed within her grasp. Little did she know that her happiness would be found while still within her human skin. All it took was a nightly stroll within the Vampire district, and her life started changing course slowly but surely. The outward appeal of the Blood King wasn’t a surprise, but as time passed so did her agenda. The more time she spent with Wolfgang and his blood born, the more did contentment fill her every fiber. Every hurdle thrown their way only led her to try and overcome it. As a moth being drawn to a flame was she pulled in by the happiness she felt every time she was near them.

Finally, she has embraced the joy, ignoring the dangers just to be able to stay near the main sources of her happiness. Reginmund, her unexpected chivalrous knight; never had she expected that their friendship would open her eyes to her attraction to his creative, gentle and yet fiercely protective ways. And Wolfgang, her vigorous king who’s dominance never ceases to entice. His powerful character had drawn her in, but she’d quickly realized he was so much more than that.

Would it be strange for one of my kind to say the dawn? Yeah, the night sky is the most beautiful... the chase of hot prey through tangled woods... the smell of fear in their blood, their skin radiating like miniature suns as they flee before you, hoping beyond hope that they can escape you. That may be forbidden now, by my own hand... at least within the confines of the city itself... but the rising sun... lips curve up into a secret smile... it brings a joy unmatched by the final pounce on a skilled and elusive human.

For me, if only for the long breath of a single human life, I have the sun and moon at my side. Whether it is in my office, Nadya and Reg curled on the couch before a roaring fire, trading slow kisses between pages of old forgotten books as I deal with the detritus of rule scattered in neat piles on my worn and scarred desk, or in our private chambers below, Reg and I indolently exploring with cool hands when a radiant star descends to blind us with her heat.

Only this place, this Sanctuary, could have provided such a thing... an opportunity... to be the grateful supplicant before the cool ardor of my blood born and the sly wickedness of my breath of life.