Recent content by Kerrick Vandergard

Kerrick's eyes were but narrow slits as he watched the fleeing boars divide in flight of something more, something powerful enough to temper even their ravenous and unending gluttony. Just as Mave had said; it was a Warg, and a mighty one at that. Truly, a great and terrible beast, commanding...

There were memories, buried deep in the endless recesses of Kerrick’s ageless mind, of nights spent reveling in the very pleasures he now dangled before his new companion. Once, he had been more than a vampire in title. He had embodied the hunger, the indulgence, the unrepentant debauchery of...

Kerrick leaned back against the curve of a moss-covered trunk, letting his eyes linger on Mave as she caked him with mud, her hands lingering, fingers exploring him far further than they needed to for a task so simple as this. She was tense, restless; every shift of her shoulders, every twitch...

How he'd tried so valiantly to give up old ways. True enough, he'd cast aside most of his more traditional vampiric tendencies, but some habits simply died hard. The storm he'd stirred inside this blazing inferno of a woman, this elves picture of vitality and passion, was far too captivating for...

"So." Kerrick muttered, pulling the blood soaked shirt from his chest and tossing it carelessly into the fire to feed it., "Might not be the worst idea to make tracks before things have a chance to 'possibly' go tits up." Nobody, save for this woman, knew that he was in Campania. Vandergard...

"Is it, now? I suppose I haven't seen evidence to the contrary yet. You can call me Kerrick, if you must call me anything." Kerrick wasn't out to embarrass her any further. There was a time, years and years ago, when he'd made such mistakes himself. He'd been a young vampire, binging on sex and...

Kerrick too found himself wondering how she'd managed to make it this long with such behaviors. Those of their creed who operated with such abandon were usually the ones greeting sunrise on the end of a pike in the ground, or with their heads in a basket. The male vampire wrapped Akiza's arm...

Try as he might, Kerrick couldn't combat the little smirk of amusement that tugged at his lips as the girl looked drunkenly up at him with an inebriated hiccup. How long had it been since he'd met another of his own kind? Years, certainly. He didn't regret leaving his home, the clan who'd...

"Aren't you a sorry sight." It wasn't often that Kerrick Vandergard travelled this far out toward the sea; Something about the salty air made his throat itch, and dried his tongue in a manner most unpleasant. Still, with all the commotion he'd caused in that little town up north, he'd needed...

It wasn't lost on Kerrick the hefty weight of the four letter word he'd used. Love and lust were distinctly different beasts, even a fool could tell you so. Last night, as they'd tumbled against one another time and time again, a mess of limbs and sheets and sweat, they'd embodied the latter...

Tempting. How incredibly tempting it was... To cast aside this hunt they'd embarked upon and to make Maveriel his prey of choice for the evening. She was ready for him-- The Vampire could tell from the heat of her blood as she grew excited, the shiver of her spine as he sent waves of need...

Even now, out of the warm, comforting embrace of the silken sheets of their bed and out in the whistling winds that weaved in and out of the city of trees like yarn weaving cloth, she taunted him. Every act Maveriel made seemed at least in part meant to garner some response form him, to bring a...

The Forest of Evermore... It was a name Kerrick found he related to, one he found fitting for the two of them to step outside of the quiet little haven they'd found for themselves in the bedroom and into the waiting world at large. Evermore, just as his life seemed to be, twisted and expanded by...

No bliss can last forever. Kerrick was not alone in the iron grip he wished to hold on the pleasures this meeting had offered them; He was not the only one who did all he could to hold the door of reality closed, to bask in this moment for as long as time and flesh would allow. Maveriel was...

Time was an interesting concept. It was quaint, and fickle in how it presented itself to every person. Nobody felt the hands of passing hours in the same way, not exactly. There were souls born of impatience, who felt every minute as if it were an hour. There were others imbued with the peace of...