[C] hello, is it me you're looking for [ She's been what some might call "people watching" for awhile now from her spot on the stone ledge of a water fountain. She sits with legs crossed, one over the other, long strands of pink cascading down her shoulders and painted nails of pink tapping rhythmically at the stone beneath her. Her thoughts she's kept mostly to herself, having not exactly dabbled much in the way of the amulet and the strange sort of telepathy that comes with it.
However, today she can't help but wonder and so asks, voice calm yet disappointed at the same time. ]
Are there so few vampires here?
[D-1] if he only had a brain [ Krul watches while others gather what they can of the crops. It's strange to her to think that this is what humans survive off of. Things that can die so easily be it from weather, animals, or humans themselves with chemicals and pollution and a plethora of other things that often leave their resources dwindling. It amazes her sometimes that they've survived as long as they have and she decides that, no, they don't require her help for survival and that can be left up to them.
Turning to leave, she's stopped by a rather tall scarecrow. To be fair, practically everyone and everything for that matter is taller than her. Still, she's far from helpless when approached with a situation and she's never one to be afraid of others.
She's calm but firm with her words, an unamused expression on her face when she mutters to the scarecrow: ]
Move, straw bag.
[D-2] here comes peter cottontail [ She's never seen so many rabbits before in her 2000 years of existing. They're tiny and fluffy and cute and she can't help but stare at them as they nibble and munch on the carrots in the carrot patch. At this rate, all that will be left will be green leaves and paw prints in the dirt.
She looks down when she feels a tug and catches sight of a rabbit nibbling on the end of her long, flowing skirt. A tilt of her head, she smiles albeit halfheartedly. ]
Somehow I doubt that tastes good.
[ Crouching down, she picks the nibbling rabbit up in her hands and stares at it with crimson eyes; it's strange how innocent such a creature can appear. ] This is what you want. [ Reaching towards the ground, she plucks a carrot from the dirt and holds it up to the rabbit's mouth, watching as it begins to furiously nibble again. ]
Much better, right?
[ Feeding the rabbit like this is somehow... calming to her and she finds herself sitting in the carrot patch with the nibbling rabbit in her lap, guiding the carrot towards its mouth. So much for trying to chase them out? Painted nails of pink gently caress over the top of the rabbit's head and she feels a bubble of contentment rise up within her...
...along with actual bubbles suddenly drifting around which, of course, she stares at in confusion with those crimson eyes of hers. Since when did carrot patches have bubbles appear like this? ]
[F] she had a cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair ( warning: blood )
[ It's not the usual way she's drank blood before but with being here now and away from "home", it seems like blood bags are the only means of satisfying her hunger for blood. There's always of course the more common known way her kind indulges in their thirst with a sharp bite to the neck of a human but considering where she is now and the fact that blood was to only be drank in such a way on the battlefield (should you follow certain laws that is), she settles for the blood bag, likening it to the livestock they held within the vampire city of Sanguiem.
She walks down the streets, blood bag in her small hands and stops when she feels that burn in her throat; the thirst for blood.
Never one to be shy about what she is, she tears into the plastic with sharp fangs and sucks on the blood that jostles around in the plastic between her fingers. It's only after a moment of drinking that her brows furrow and she tears the bag away from her mouth, spitting out the blood onto the concrete around her. What she also spits from her mouth and sticks to her lips is confetti. Glittery red confetti. She squeezes the bag, blood pouring out along with a neverending glittering mess of red confetti. She can feel her anger boiling - cracks beginning to bleed in the concrete around her - as she squeezes every last drop of blood and confetti out of the bag, trickling down her arm and onto the concrete in splashes of thick red crimson. ]
What the hell is this?!
WILDCARD ( Don't like any of the prompts? Feel free to throw something else my way. )
krul tepes | owari no seraph
[ She's been what some might call "people watching" for awhile now from her spot on the stone ledge of a water fountain. She sits with legs crossed, one over the other, long strands of pink cascading down her shoulders and painted nails of pink tapping rhythmically at the stone beneath her. Her thoughts she's kept mostly to herself, having not exactly dabbled much in the way of the amulet and the strange sort of telepathy that comes with it.
However, today she can't help but wonder and so asks, voice calm yet disappointed at the same time. ]
Are there so few vampires here?
[D-1] if he only had a brain
[ Krul watches while others gather what they can of the crops. It's strange to her to think that this is what humans survive off of. Things that can die so easily be it from weather, animals, or humans themselves with chemicals and pollution and a plethora of other things that often leave their resources dwindling. It amazes her sometimes that they've survived as long as they have and she decides that, no, they don't require her help for survival and that can be left up to them.
Turning to leave, she's stopped by a rather tall scarecrow. To be fair, practically everyone and everything for that matter is taller than her. Still, she's far from helpless when approached with a situation and she's never one to be afraid of others.
She's calm but firm with her words, an unamused expression on her face when she mutters to the scarecrow: ]
Move, straw bag.
[D-2] here comes peter cottontail
[ She's never seen so many rabbits before in her 2000 years of existing. They're tiny and fluffy and cute and she can't help but stare at them as they nibble and munch on the carrots in the carrot patch. At this rate, all that will be left will be green leaves and paw prints in the dirt.
She looks down when she feels a tug and catches sight of a rabbit nibbling on the end of her long, flowing skirt. A tilt of her head, she smiles albeit halfheartedly. ]
Somehow I doubt that tastes good.
[ Crouching down, she picks the nibbling rabbit up in her hands and stares at it with crimson eyes; it's strange how innocent such a creature can appear. ] This is what you want. [ Reaching towards the ground, she plucks a carrot from the dirt and holds it up to the rabbit's mouth, watching as it begins to furiously nibble again. ]
Much better, right?
[ Feeding the rabbit like this is somehow... calming to her and she finds herself sitting in the carrot patch with the nibbling rabbit in her lap, guiding the carrot towards its mouth. So much for trying to chase them out? Painted nails of pink gently caress over the top of the rabbit's head and she feels a bubble of contentment rise up within her...
...along with actual bubbles suddenly drifting around which, of course, she stares at in confusion with those crimson eyes of hers. Since when did carrot patches have bubbles appear like this? ]
[F] she had a cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair
( warning: blood )
[ It's not the usual way she's drank blood before but with being here now and away from "home", it seems like blood bags are the only means of satisfying her hunger for blood. There's always of course the more common known way her kind indulges in their thirst with a sharp bite to the neck of a human but considering where she is now and the fact that blood was to only be drank in such a way on the battlefield (should you follow certain laws that is), she settles for the blood bag, likening it to the livestock they held within the vampire city of Sanguiem.
She walks down the streets, blood bag in her small hands and stops when she feels that burn in her throat; the thirst for blood.
Never one to be shy about what she is, she tears into the plastic with sharp fangs and sucks on the blood that jostles around in the plastic between her fingers. It's only after a moment of drinking that her brows furrow and she tears the bag away from her mouth, spitting out the blood onto the concrete around her. What she also spits from her mouth and sticks to her lips is confetti. Glittery red confetti. She squeezes the bag, blood pouring out along with a neverending glittering mess of red confetti. She can feel her anger boiling - cracks beginning to bleed in the concrete around her - as she squeezes every last drop of blood and confetti out of the bag, trickling down her arm and onto the concrete in splashes of thick red crimson. ]
What the hell is this?!
WILDCARD
( Don't like any of the prompts? Feel free to throw something else my way. )