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] Date Posted: 15:42:34 11/26/03 Wed He trudged across the sand dunes, skirting around the larger mounds to ensure he had a bit of energy when he confronted prey. And he found prey fairly quickly- an unlikely source of quick nourishment. A jackrabbit stood bolt upright, nostrils flaring as it scented him. The Wraith paused, waiting until the creaure's stance relaxed. Then- he pounced, snapping the poor fellow's back as he landed clumsily atop it. Quickly, so that the blood did not become cold, he drank. Feeling it warm his insides he dropped the carcass and headed further away from his own terra- knowing that on the borders humans sometimes wandered. And that where he found the woman. She was sitting in the sand, looking undeniably lost. Chres hesitated a minute, watching her. Her hair was a similar hue to that of Windris, and she was a bit younger, and larger boned. Yet, the resemblence made him all the more hungry. He hastily re-arranged his cloak to hide his pinions and approached, "Are you lost?" "Yes," she replied, "I didn't mean to wander this way..." "Tell me, where do you live, madame?" She told him, even though he wasen't truly listening. His ears were tuned to her heartbeat, it's steady beat making him mouth water. He licked his lips and took her hand, "I'll take you home, don't worry." Chrestomanci walked with the woman, yet he walked further into his own terra- listening to her talk. Even her voice reminded him of Windris, and the waiting was killing him. Finding strength leaking from him he pulled her to a stop, tilting his head suddenly to kiss her. That was when her resemblence to Windris ended, for she did not smell like the Death Angel. She smelled like food. She responded to his kiss, her hands reaching up to pull back his hood. He grasped her hands by the wrists and pulled her closer to him in the same moment. He released her hands and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her tongue was in his mouth, but Chres was barely aware. He just smelt blood, and it was intoxicating. He bit her tongue. She yelped and pulled away, cursing rather extravagently. Chres gently pulled her to him, "My apologies, madame, you must excuse my barbaric atitude. 'Tis only your beauty..it overwhelms my thoughts." Yes, that brought her back into the moment. Chres prided himself on his quick wit- he used to always be like this...many years ago before he truly found himself. Back when his world revolved around blood. He drew the woman to the warm sands, his kisses dipping to her neck. Her pulsing jugular pummeled against his lips and he moaned. She giggled, her hands roving- thinking his response being to her. Chres wrapped an arm around her, to hold her still so that she didn't thrash and hit him whilst he fed. He felt her lips brush his ear... Chres's fangs delved into her neck, the spray of blood into his maw delerious. She screamed and screamed, but he didn't release her- drunk on her life fluid as he was. She lay still, and he heard her heart beat wavering. The brute fed well past when it ceased, until she was sucked absolutely dry. He flung the corpse aside and stretched, glad to be filled. Now to find his sister. The brute stood and wandered off, pausing once in awhile to scent the air for her. He found her asleep. "Jah?" He tapped her in the shoulder with the toe of his boot. She squirmed and her eyes opened, peering groggily up at him, "Chres? Where the hell have ye' been?" Now Chres didn't want to get into that! "Resting, but look- things are going bad..." "How so?" she sat up, stretching in a similar fashion that he did. "Lethe has a new ally, a fellow named Lagar. He's Arkados' Dark Side and he's taken over- Arkados' soul is gone." "What?" All the color drained from Jah's facade. "Arkados is...Dead?" "More or less, thats how Windris put it..." "Windris! How's she taking it?" "Better then I imagined.." Chres did not mention the circumstances involved with the reaction. "She's gathering canidates for the Rite now...after they've been inducted we'll meet in Council and discuss all of this. I just wanted to warn ye'- stay away from Hidden Hell.." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |