FOR EVERY SUFFERING.

  DROLTA TZUENTES ✦ ( CASTLEVANIA )

❛ I am Sekhmet who cometh forth in the dawn. I am the power of Ra by day. ❜                ╰┈➤ app.  stats.  credits.

#tzuentes, a roleplay blog for drolta tzuentes from castlevania: nocturne, affiliated with isola radiale! semi-selective and not open for indie interactions.

          magenta eyes assessed the road before her with curiosity, one hand placed on drolta's hip as her head tilted. she understood machines fairly well, had heard the rumors of the fantastic devices that dracula and his ilk had apparently flaunted. but she'd never particularly cared about them; they would be no help in her plan to resurrect her goddess, and therefore were useless to her. regardless, however, they were very much in front of her now. or at least, that's all she could assume that these horseless carriages were. either that, or some kind of magic, but that seemed unlikely at best.

     but if drolta were to stay in this place for any length of time ( a loathsome thought, but she'd gotten this far in life by considering all angles ) she would have to at least know the basics. so she turned, gaze falling on the first person behind her and a hand reaching out to grab their wrist.

          fury burned through her, hot and molten like superheated glass. it was a raging inferno that had already blazed through the swathe of forest behind her, pixie and fae bodies strewn along her path and her claws dripping with sparkling, inhuman blood. her lips found themselves curled back from her teeth, a low hiss ghosting past the fangs that had threatened all those that had stood in the way of her wrathful exodus. she paced, now, the fire that had consumed drolta finally beginning to simmer in the face of all the blood she had spilled.

     and then, just like that, she sighed and let her head tip back, dark-sclera'ed eyes fixing on the dusky sky that peeked through the sprawling branches above her. the fury still licked at her, yes, but drolta allowed it to cede to the sharp thinking that would be needed to escape from this place and return to her mistress. return to where she needed to be, instead of this human cesspool.

     and, speaking of...

          it was true that, on some level, vampires were social. as social as any human, drolta supposed, though she hated to make the comparison. but it was also equally true that vampires didn't necessarily seek each other out, not unless they had an ulterior motive of some sort. grouping together for power, for territory, for influence—those were all common. but for pleasure, companionship? true, it happened, but it wasn't something drolta felt the need to pursue. after all, most other vampires were beneath her.

     but in this place, catching the scent of another one of her kind did... intrigue her, if nothing else. enough for her to pause, head tipping slightly as her steps altered their direction. after all, it wouldn't do to be surprised, not while she was weakened so.

     so it was with curious eyes that drolta beheld the caped man before her, lips curved with a smile almost mocking in its nature.

          a single razor-tipped nail tapped rhythmically against the table in front of her as violet eyes fixed upon the scene unfolding before drolta. a person, rose-skinned and bicorned, crept along the food vendor's cart while he was distracted by the dull duties of shutting down for the night. it was clear they were expecting the sweep of darkness to hide their bright color, but there was nothing in the darkness that could hide from a vampire, and so she allowed her mouth to curl up in amusement as she watched.

     watched light feet pad along the street, silent fingers swiping several sweetmeats from the vendor's cart. saw the self-satisfied grin cross that fanged mouth, the confidence swelling—and the way it all crashed and burned when their tail swept excitedly and careened a single apple from the stack. the cart owner whipped around, angry shouting rose, and then the chase began.

     but not for long. even as diminished as she found herself, drolta was still a vampire. superior to the weak, pathetic human that now dangled from her clawed fingers, his blood soaking her hands like the sweetest of honeys. she watched placidly as he gurgled desperately for a moment, eyes jerking around wildly in terror as his life ebbed under her hand. oh, how delicious. she really did love that expression.