sing sweet nightingale

Roaming the dark streets was an old habit. Usually, that involved choosing a victim. On occasion, though, she would just go out to clear her head. Being stuck in the house meant dealing with her thoughts without any interruption or distraction, and that felt like hell on Earth. So, all alone, usually in the middle of the night, she would stroll about the foggy streets of London. If she were lucky, she’d make a drunk teenager paranoid and frightened by her serene presence in the blackness.

Another country, the same ways. Old habits die hard indeed. Roaming aimlessly about town, the woman wondered for a moment if she shouldn’t perhaps go find some company at a bar. But this wasn’t England, which only meant losers got drunk at bars in the middle of the week. Leaving her to the conclusion that she could have a challenge-less drink from one of those sad intoxicated souls in the pub.

Just about to turn around and start looking for an establishment, Francesca spotted some unusual movement. From afar, in the dark street, she could see a man right behind a young woman. His mannerism was dodgy, clearly displaying the desire to inflict harm. Fran didn’t take any precautions, in the beginning, deciding to only follow the pair. Until, upon approaching them, she realised the game had changed and prey became predator.

With a smirk that matched the stranger’s, Fran stepped out of the shadows right underneath a street lamp, looking nothing but a strikingly beautiful human. “Can I crash this playdate?”

It wasn’t just any voice that broke the deafening sound of silence as the once confident look on the man’s face turned to one of horror. It was a distinctly feminine voice that caught their attention. Both of them turned to see who had called to them. A look of relief washed over the man who was once upon a moment ago going to attack her. For underneath the shine of the street lamps was a strikingly beautiful woman. But beauty in these streets often meant danger as Keya had found and this man was done for if her thoughts were correct. Keya tilted her head ever so slightly as her sharp teeth retreated under the guise of a sweet smile. Just in case she was wrong about this one, her sisters would have her head if she revealed who she truly was.

where: utp

The end of her shift had come to be her favorite part of her day. Keya liked her job well enough, it allowed her to keep an eye on any unruly men that she could feast upon. None that were regulars though. She couldn’t put that much of a dent in Astarte’s business. Money was power and power was everything when it came to the three sisters that frequented North Dakota’s borders and bodies of water. But being that it was still technically winter, Keya had to resort to becoming her true self in her bathtub. Which was much less ideal than she would like to admit. Making her way out of the club, the meyr found herself being followed. She wasn’t stupid. She could hear their footsteps behind her and see their shadow each time they shifted position so that they wouldn’t be seen or noticed. A soft laugh echoed from her lips and through the air that shifted between the alley and the streets before her. 

“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you little lady,” came their dark voice.

Again, Keya laughed. But a true laugh this time. One that echoed to the other sided of the street. She didn’t turn to face whoever had been following her. Only a smirk playing on her lips as she waited for him to approach her. Waiting until he was a breath away when she spoke. Her curls twisting with each turn of her head. 

“Oh baby,” she said, laughter still playing in her voice, “you shouldn’t be lurking in the dark like that.”

where: near any body of water

“ if I didn’t fear for their safety I would present you to some not so vile men.” she was married to one and gave the kiss of eternal life to other men. none could be considered vile and disgusting, for those only deserved a swift death when in the mood. her sons were wicked, evil and completely unashamed in their desires. but the same could apply to all beings. astarte came to discover that it wasn´t a matter of gender but personality. “ there are times when I also prefer the company of women. a woman knows the body of another woman better. wouldn’t you agree?” she asks with a grin, aware that the other customers might listen to them. let them be. “ they do tend to follow their instincts more often and are easier to manipulate. have to agree that you do know how to lead them on. it’s a particular trait of your family.” and by family she means species. “ any plans for the afternoon?”

where: nocturnal tavern

with: open

astarte smiled amused with keya´s admission. even knowing her for such a short amount of time, the vampyr was almost certain that the meyr meant her words, at least regarding men and their desirable punching faces.the older of the two females was an avid lover of exquisite things and beings with very eclectic tastes. a reckless and vain creature, astarte collected the finest that crossed her path and asked them to join her. such are the creatures she lovely calls children.unrivaled souls that should never be consumed by death, so they were made immortal instead.“ all of them, keya? then I´m grateful you managed to keep your instincts under control while working. or if that would be the case, security could use another member.”

* ╱ 𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶

●︎when: july 6th, 2020 ●︎where: lake vernon, sioux falls ●︎with: @vencmces

cleaving the water with slow, but rhythmic strokes with her tails to keep a natural distance between herself and the sisters. each more beautiful than the next, coming closer, circling about her to gather what kind of myriad she was. their speech underneath bodies of water were symphonies and she found the one named keya sung a chorus like none other. divulging in their ‘feast’ would lead the naive heiress into the mouth of great threat. the kingdom of aisai are savage at the slightest smell of blood, who are known to sharpen their teeth with the bones of fallen men. infants learn how to hunt toothed whales by the eve of their thirteenth year. it’s in her veins, certainly, the dry thirst at the mention of such act was proof. “there’s no one around,” her lips tugged upwards into a foolish grin, leaving room for the women to carry her off to wherever the lake’s tides took them. she curiously swam in the direction of keya, “but by all means, lead the way…”

* ╱ 𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶

●︎when:july 6th, 2020 ●︎where: lake vernon, sioux falls ●︎with: @vencmces

even on land, a meyr’s laugh could sound like a melody, a symphony to inexplicably listen to. even if it was backhanded. enchanted by the other to a degree nonetheless, she took to the call. she slipped her coat from behind her slender shoulders, exposing bare skin to a prickly air. “nimiane, from the southern kingdom.” she dare not let ‘regent’ accompany her words. the bounty was set high on a particular one and she knew well to keep her ties short on the matter. no use in letting them confuse her for the lost heir. she stood up after having just seated, and let the calming shores of the lakes welcome her in, her dress being pulled up and over body shortly after. she smiled at the sisters who had only their eyes peering from the water, uninviting and having nimiane doubt her decision. if only she didn’t long for this moment, maybe she would’ve been more wise. as she went further, feeling human skin turn scaled in omniscient after seconds of being in open water, nimiane finally submerged, diving arms first into cold waters. she didn’t stop, every stroke taking her deeper. the lake differed immensely but she wished instantly to resurface. favoring even the company of the weird sisters up above, shamelessly wanting them to follow by waving a hand back to them.

* ╱ 𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶

●︎when:july 6th, 2020 ●︎where: lake vernon, sioux falls ●︎with: @vencmces

nimiane favored the other’s ferocity, the candor in her expression and words reminded her of the people back home. if her brothers had followed through on their promise, they’d have been pleasantly surprised by the striking personas. nimiane, on the other hand, hasn’t interacted much with meyr kind, imprisoned by walls and her mind. how meek must she appear to them? “i see,” she commented. carnage, in a sense, was in their nature. by feast, nimiane could only assume the woman meant a human family of four, possibly two, or a lone fisherman. the question remained on whether or not their hunger has been satisfied. “traveling. mind if i join you all?” the quick change of subject would be dully noted, only she hoped her openness and common traits with the pond bypass the fact. she kept walking towards till they were finally face value and  she’d be up for scrutiny. she sat on the ground by the borders of the lake, daring to cross their  personal space. “i suppose we could drop the formalities.”

* ╱ 𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶

●︎ when: july 6th, 2020 ●︎ where: lake vernon, sioux falls ●︎ with:@vencmces

the other didn’t offer much explanation. not that she desired a lengthy reasoning, although natural to question considering the timing of their visit to the ‘great lakes’ of south dakota. not exactly sure on what to do next, she took a leap of faith and wondered if a small conversation could lead to some time of common ground. and there was a distinctive fragrance wafting from the women, reminding nimiane of home. to an extent. then the sharpened teeth made their appearance, surprising enough to cause nimiane to take a step back. “hm.” she could run. the endurance meyrs had under the sea differed on land, although they clearly outnumber her. her valiant demeanor paid her in dust. her life on the surface was meant to be led in stealth, and she has seemingly ran across all creatures of the ocean plus skeletons of her past in the span of a month. “this state has become a beacon of sorts for our kind, i see. what’s your fascination with this land?” 

“ wouldn’t call it heated, more like having a small disagreement with someone with very little working brain cells."  for them to have a verbal sparring his distant cousin would have to be at the same intellectual level as lucius. he wonders how his father’s cousin could call son to that pathetic wytch. it should come as no wonder given the unfortunate choice to procreate with a mundane.lucius could be magnanimous enough to ignore his parentage but never stupidity. that’s something he couldn’t do even for ( mostly because of) family.” some situations require us to wait, devise revenge and then enjoy the show. that´s the main use of patience.“  unnatural beings had a different energy that lucius could perceive using his inborn skills. a beautiful woman of the lore. interesting. ” were you listening for too long?“

* ╱ 𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶

●︎ when: july 6th, 2020 ●︎ where: lake vernon, sioux falls ●︎ with:@vencmces

nimiane had finally conjured up the courage to the tread the waters of south dakota. since arriving, the bathtub at her shady forest cabin ended up being the means to hydrate herself. it suffocated her, distorted the image of herself as her tail hung sloppily at the end of the tub. her brothers reveled in the risk of open, public waters however, and have tormented her about paying a visit to a lake in a few town’s over. dropping her off by the woods circling lake vernon, she figured waiting for them would be futile, they very well might have left her stranded. barefoot, and begrudgingly taking strides towards it, the sound of women talking and distant laughter registered a few moments too late. attempted to hide behind the nearest tree would be futile, her heavy steps wouldn’t go on unnoticed. and she was right, one of them called out to her. nimiane reluctantly showed herself, immediately noting how freed they looked dipping their toes in the water, sending silent ripples through the lake. forcing herself to appear unnerved, she took small steps towards them, definitely more cautious than previously. “i’m waiting for others, that’s all,” she mentally winced. too forward and not at all inconspicuous. “you guys camping here as well?”

where: Lake Vernon