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Thirst - Lorelei - March 1, 2020
28th of February 1890
Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest
Daytime
Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest
Daytime
Lorelei was bored. She couldn't venture out from under the shade of the trees during the daytime, as she would either be burned in the sunlight eventually or be subjected to remarks about her corpselike appearance and vampirism by witches and wizards who thought themselves higher than her due to the fact they were not undead. If Lorelei had actually had a say in the matter of whether she were to be turned or not, she would, given the fact she had now spent four centuries in this cursed state between dead and alive, have said no. While not being able to die of natural causes was certainly very beneficial - she had, for example, acquired an expert knowledge in magic and magical theory than most mortals could ever dream of acquiring, was fluent in many languages and had survived many a disease - the social stigmatization that came along with it was, to put it mildly, not something one would want for themselves in the slightest.
She had read in the paper that some peabrain from the United States had messed with time. How foolish, she thought to herself. Granted, if she could, she would have probably done the exact same thing; she would've traveled a few centuries into the past to either save her mother or to slay Kazimir before he could have ever turned her. The latter would definately have resulted in her demise, though, and even though she was sick of being undead by now, she very much liked walking the Earth. As a result of the Floridian's messing with time, this day would now, in fact, be two days long and other abnormalities in the flow of time and space were to be expected. She had heard of rooms disappearing, as if they had never been built, and sometimes the disruption in the time-space continuum even aided her in hunting animals around the forest, as it slowed them down, making them easier targets.
However, even though she had just penetrated the neck of an unsuspecting animal with her fangs and it's blood was still fresh & warm on her chin, her throat dried up. It felt as if she had not had a single drop of blood in days. It felt as if she was about to die of thirst. She fell to her knees and flailed around, making any sound her suddenly dry throat would permit her to make in order to draw attention to herself. No doubt, this was yet another consequence of the disruption in time.
She had read in the paper that some peabrain from the United States had messed with time. How foolish, she thought to herself. Granted, if she could, she would have probably done the exact same thing; she would've traveled a few centuries into the past to either save her mother or to slay Kazimir before he could have ever turned her. The latter would definately have resulted in her demise, though, and even though she was sick of being undead by now, she very much liked walking the Earth. As a result of the Floridian's messing with time, this day would now, in fact, be two days long and other abnormalities in the flow of time and space were to be expected. She had heard of rooms disappearing, as if they had never been built, and sometimes the disruption in the time-space continuum even aided her in hunting animals around the forest, as it slowed them down, making them easier targets.
However, even though she had just penetrated the neck of an unsuspecting animal with her fangs and it's blood was still fresh & warm on her chin, her throat dried up. It felt as if she had not had a single drop of blood in days. It felt as if she was about to die of thirst. She fell to her knees and flailed around, making any sound her suddenly dry throat would permit her to make in order to draw attention to herself. No doubt, this was yet another consequence of the disruption in time.
Open to anyone who might have a reason to be in the Forbidden Forest (unless you're a vampire hunter).
RE: Thirst - Arven Fisk - March 4, 2020
Being grounded in Britain, for once, and thus not able to pen his usual articles on wild travels abroad, Arven had decided instead to write a text on finding adventure in one's own back garden. How far must he roam from the doorstep of his home on the High Street of Hogsmeade before his verdant green eyes caught the fiery gaze of tempting peril?
Not far, it would seem.
Sturdy boots crunched through the wintry leaves on the forest floor, but the crunching paused as Arven fell silent a moment. Up ahead he heard thrashing as if from a great snake, and the sound of choking — as if some pour soul were trapped in the python's constricting grasp. Of course his imagination went to such exotic things, but as he rushed on ahead he saw that of course there was no python. Instead was something far less expected.
A young woman, white as the frost, writhing and gasping, evidently stricken by some kind of seizure or curse; perhaps brought about by the dead animal at her side. Without waiting to wonder what had created this bizarre scene, Arven dropped to his knees at her side, and withdrew the flask at his hip. He swiftly pointed his wand at the empty container; "Aguamenti" — it filled with fresh, cold water, and he lifted it towards her bloody chin. "Here — drink. You'll feel better."
RE: Thirst - Lorelei - March 4, 2020
By now, Lorelei had been wiggling around on the ground like a helpless worm for at least a few minutes, the dead leaves beneath her crunching under her weight and her frantic motions. She hated feeling this weak; how was it that one could be a supernatural being, the like of which has inspired fear and horror in the minds of humanity for centuries, and still fall at the mercy of an unsuspecting human treading upon her in her time of utmost need?
When she heard someone coming, she was hoping it would be another vampire. They would, without a doubt, have recognized Lorelei's condition and have slain a boar for her to drain, perhaps even a naíve witch or wizard. Instead, she was greeted by an individual belonging to the group of people she usually preyed upon; a wizard stupid enough to come into the forest on their own accord, for whatever reason.
He seemed eager to help, however he seemed just as oblivious as to who - or what - Lorelei really was. As he brought the cup of water he had just poured her near her chin, it took every last bit of self-control she could muster to not sink her fangs into his palm right away and drink him up. She had not felt such a primeval thirst since the day Kazimir had first transformed her. That night, he raided a nearby village with her. The bloodshed was as nourishing as it was exhilarating to Lorelei. Something about the muggles fleeing and screaming and begging in terror was incredibly amusing to her. She loved the feeling of being in power.
Today, the stranger was the one in power, though. He could very well kill her in this very moment if he so decided. She could be dead with a single fling of his wand, or he could simply snap her neck, were he of the more brutish type. Be that as it may, there were only two possible outcomes to the situation; dying or staying alive. She shook her head in denial frantically as he tried to make her drink the water and whimpered, while looking up at him: >>No... I need... your wrist... please...<< Her voice was breathy and parched. She opened her mouth, so the stranger could see her fangs. She began to cry, partially to inspire sympathy in the stranger, but partially because the pain from the convulsions she was experiencing had become absolutely unbearable.
She was fully at his mercy now.
RE: Thirst - Arven Fisk - March 4, 2020
Arven clocked the truth like a bolt of lightning striking a tree; and it was just as alarming. Vampire. His first thought was not for himself, as he had encountered far worse on his travels, but instead gratitude that he'd decided against taking his pet ferret on this particular venture. Judging by the drained creature nearby, this vampire would be all too happy to consume the lifeforce of Virgil the ferret in an instant.
Speaking of which, tears sometimes worked on Arven as much as the next man, but not when his life was at stake. He returned the useless water flask to his hip, and shook his head. "I can't offer you that", he explained sympathetically; "not when I have no guarantee that you'll stop. But surely the blood of an animal will do". Arven rose to his feet, and from his full, towering height looked up into the canopy for nesting birds or... ah, yes — he could see one right there, though barely. A squirrel.
He raised his wand and took aim, keen for a bullseye. A "life" depended on it...
RE: Thirst - Lorelei - March 4, 2020
The stranger seemed to be no fool; Lorelei had made a mental note for herself to stop were he to acutally offer her his own blood, however even she wasn't sure if she would have been able to stop before drinking every last drop out of him. After all, she was pretty much as thirsty as a newly transformed fledgling, and even though her four hundred years of living with this... affliction had tested her time and time again and she could, by now, resist feasting on a human simply because they were a human, newly transformed vampires were often reckless in their consumption. She might aswell have been as reckless, had Arven given in to her request.
He seemed sympathetic towards her predicament. He shot a squirrel down from the trees above with pinpoint percision. The rodent landed a few feet away from Lorelei. She conjured every shred of power and life force she had left in her dying body and crawled towards it. As soon as it was within reach, she nestled her fangs in the cadaver. Even just feeling the still hot blood on her fangs made her feel better. She drank and drank until the poor animal's helpless corpse was completely dry; by then, it almost bore a resemblance to leather.
She rolled onto her back and sighed in relief. >>Oh, that was almost tastier than my first pureblood!<< She wiped the residual blood from her face and stood up, fixing her hair and clothing in the process. Even when having just made close contact with death, her vanity showed.
>>Thank you. You just saved me from certain death. Well, I already am dead, but, you know what I mean! I'm Lorelei.<< She took a few steps towards him and extended her arm in greeting. If he were to run away, she would certainly chase after him; a game of cat and mouse was always enjoyable.
RE: Thirst - Arven Fisk - March 4, 2020
Arven hadn't killed "his" prey with the spell, opting to stun it instead, but thankfully it was not conscious when the vampire killed it with her hunger, snatching it up before the ranger had a chance to bring it to her. She drank ravenously like a woman who hadn't seen a drop of water in days. Arven watched coolly but uneasily, wand now loose at his side but not forgotten.
He had intended to remind her that by saving her life he'd surely earned the continuation of his own, but it seemed she was inclined towards agreement anyway, and was either friendly or appeared to be friendly as she swiftly recovered. And it really was swift; one moment entirely incapacitated, the next on her feet and dusting herself off as if she'd just fallen from a horse, regarding her tall human saviour with hand extended.
He shook it. "Arven"; one first name for another, and he would later muse that she had probably lost her surname somewhere along the unknowable road of immortality. "And you're quite welcome, madam."
"So what happened?" he had to ask, nodding down at the two drained animals with the crease of a frown, wondering why the ethereal-yet-dangerous Lorelei had seemed so painfully thirsty when it seemed she had been drinking mere seconds before.
RE: Thirst - Lorelei - April 12, 2020
>>I suppose you've heard of the moronic American who decided to tamper with time? Well, I guess this must have been part of the aftermath.<< There really was no other explanation for Lorelei's throat drying up all of a sudden like that. After all, she had just drained an entire boar and it's corpse was still warm when Arven found her.
>>You do know it's dangerous to tread these woods on your own, don't you, Arven? There are more of my kind here who might not be so courteous with you as I am being right in this very moment. You are welcome, by the way.<< Her thick Austrian accent beamed through her words, which were as vain as they were meant to warn him. Certainly, most vampires inhabiting these parts didn't possess the etiquette and decorum to not simply drink up a human any chance they'd get. That was part of the reason why Lorelei didn't really like being here. Most of her kind was so prone to savagery and poor manners. She much preferred the outskirts of small villages or more remote areas, where she was on her own but could still drink from travelers which were stupid enough to wander off by themselves - like Arven. She usually did a much cleaner job that others of her species, too. However, Lorelei would not take his life, given that he had just saved hers.
RE: Thirst - Arven Fisk - April 22, 2020
A moronic American who'd tampered with time? Having spent breakfast with the Fudges, Arven had heard much about this perilous scandal over his morning toast, but it had sounded fairly uncomplicated for a rupture in time, and he could not imagine how such an event could extend to something as bizarre as this. But he should've known better; time was anything but uncomplicated. And Lorelei, a far older being, was immediately aware of that, concluding that the temporal event could have feasibly led to her sudden thirst.
He might have mused more on this curiosity, but the vampire evidently still had his blood on her mind, and his beating pulse in her mind's eye... she was either concerned for his safety, or wished she didn't have to be.
"I do know, but you're looking at a foolhardy wayfarer who's placed himself in more perilous circumstances than this. Not even a guardian angel could tempt me away from the lure of the forest and its stories, curiosities, adventures... case in point", he gestured to Lorelei with a slight smile. He hadn't been in the forest long at all before encountering a vampire.
"But you make a fair point... and this reckless wayfarer best take his leave." There was a slight playfulness to his tone, and the smile lingered a moment before he turned to leave. For there was some vague, curious connection between them. Still, he knew that his sister would be aghast at the concept of him lingering with a vampire in the middle of a forest, and he was going through a phase of trying to please her. Lorelei was benign thus far, but a temporal event had done something very unexpected to her. A vampire was one thing, but a vampire adversely affected by an interruption of temporal law was another thing entirely. And thus Arven's story of meeting a vampire would be an intriguing one, yes — but also rather quick.