Inariel H wrote: ↑Mon Apr 29, 2024 9:34 pm
“Is that your true concern Aurelius? The…fancy of the other families?”
His eyes narrowed as he allowed the vehemence of his breather the sleeping lion of his blood to briefly awaken. The quickening of the gold furs heart was like a laden ballad that told a story eons old. It was almost as if Inari himself could feel the very weight of the Myotis bloodline upon his shoulders…and the more they allowed guilt to place them in.
Inariel eyes were like daggers, piercing through the hollow shell of their once proud golden fur. They entered this room expecting to nurture a frightened and lost wanderer. However, they were met with the glare of the myotis shattered past and future. Inariel's fierce tone and size was mirrored by the intensity and certainty in his eyes, a sense of conviction that neither Aurelius, nor anyone he'd locked eyes with could duplicate. They felt a sudden and overwhelming surge of feelings, with fear emerging as the dominant force, gripping their heart with the icy tendrils of uncertainty. The unknown stretches before them like an endless abyss, its depths shrouded in mystery, leaving them apprehensive about what lies beyond.
They watched intently as the blood spilled from Inariel's wrist. Doubt gnawed at their resolve, questioning whether they possess the strength to confront the truth that awaits them. Yet, intertwined with fear is the weighty burden of guilt, a relentless companion that whispers accusations of wasted time and missed opportunities. The realization of having waited so long to embrace their authentic self casts a shadow over their consciousness, igniting a tempest of regret within. They grappled with the tormenting thought of how different life might have been had they seized this moment sooner, haunted by the specter of lost chances and squandered potential. Beneath the surface of apprehension and remorse, a simmering undercurrent of anger surges forth, fueled by the injustice of deception and betrayal. The revelation of a marred heritage awakens a righteous indignation within Aurelius' , igniting a blazing inferno of fury that threatens to consume their composure. They rail against the forces that conspired to conceal the truth, cursing the web of lies that ensnared them in a tangled labyrinth of deceit.
In the crucible of conflicting emotions, they stand at a crossroads, grappling with the weighty decision before them. The path ahead is fraught with uncertainty and peril, yet within its winding twists and turns lies the promise of liberation and self-discovery. They steel themselves against the storm of emotions raging within, drawing upon the reservoir of strength that lies dormant and reach out with a finger, tasting but a single drop of Inariel's shared blood.
Their senses, dulled by centuries of deprivation, suddenly awaken with a ravenous hunger that claws at their very being, a relentless beast gnawing at their soul as the droplet floating on its long finger nail. Thoughts of regret rear it's ugly head and prowl the shadowed corridors of their mind. The air thickens with the scent of ancient decay and forgotten despair and Memories of long-forgotten feasts taunt them, whispering promises of ecstasy long denied. With each step, the hunger gnaws deeper, consuming them from within until there is naught but a hollow shell, driven only by the primal urge to feed. The taste of blood, metallic and intoxicating, floods their senses, a bittersweet symphony of pleasure and pain. He rolled the droplet around his tongue, savoring its nector and taunted his on urges to consume every drop within a 50 mile radius. Infact...he could visual see the blood of every being, even through the harden cave, or the twisting storms of the desert. His hunger was becoming a bottomless abyss that can never be sated, leaving only the cold embrace of eternal emptiness. Their eyes locked onto their visitor and briefly he thought only of spilling their blood and satiating their lust without end, but as quickly as bloodlust settled in, it passed. Aurelius' golden fur stood erect, making them appear larger and statically charged …a feat he’d never experienced, as they hadn't tasted blood since they were a mere child. Without anymore hesitation they drank their fill of the 'olive branch' inariel had extended him.
Aureilius had been starved for centuries and experienced a sensation unlike any other as he tasted the blood of another Myotis. It was a surge of power, a primal awakening that coursed through his veins, awakening dormant senses and memories buried beneath layers of time. The taste was an elixir, rejuvenating his existence with an intensity that eclipsed even the most vivid memories of feeding in ages past. In that moment, he felt as though he had transcended the constraints of mortality, tapping into a reservoir of power that lay dormant within him for centuries. As he drank deeply, they were transported to a psychic realm accessible only to their kind—a plane of existence where past, present, and future converged in a timeless dance. In this ethereal realm, the ancient vampiric-elv felt a profound connection to the tapestry of history, his consciousness intertwining with the memories of those who had walked the earth before him.
In that psychic realm, the ancient vampirc-elv felt a profound sense of purpose and destiny coursing through his being. He understood that he was not merely a creature of the night, but a custodian of ancient wisdom and power—a guardian of secrets that spanned the ages. As he communed with the past and glimpsed the possibilities of the future, he embraced his role in shaping the course of history, knowing that his actions would reverberate through the annals of time long after his mortal form had turned to dust.