Alaric Von Stein
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Near the mountains had been his hunting grounds. It was out of the way from his residence and didn't draw too much suspicion with disappearances with the assortment of creatures that called the mountains their home. But over the past few days, what used to be plentiful land has now dried up and Alaric was personally feeling it as he was famished and felt his cravings remind him ever so slightly that he needed to feed.
The mountains provided a path for trade caravans to cut through in order to shorten their trips by a few weeks at least if they managed to take the right path. But the past few days, the roads had been completely empty and he had heard rumors of attacks and creatures that took the supplies for themselves. It had caused fear and the mountain paths were barely used as a result. Alaric was there himself to find out the cause of the disturbance personally and his nose caught the scent of blood and he could hear the sound of it flowing through a web of veins that belonged to a human. After so many years of being a vampire, he got good at being able to tell which blood type belonged to what race. With unnatural speed, he cut through the trees and forest and tracked the scent to its source.
When he found what would be a caravan, he stayed in the treeline as his crimson eyes tracked it smoothly. It held a single lamp to illuminate its path and there were crates tied together in the back to signal it out as a merchant. A few moments passed and Alaric was ready to step forward but that's when he caught the scent of others. With his sensitive ears, he could even hear the slightest of sounds and he caught the snapping of twigs and crunch of leaves from multiple sets of feet all around him.
The vampire remained in the shadows, contorting them to envelope his form and hide him. From his position, it wasn't that long until he could see movement from multiple figures cutting through the tall grass toward the carriage.
The mountains provided a path for trade caravans to cut through in order to shorten their trips by a few weeks at least if they managed to take the right path. But the past few days, the roads had been completely empty and he had heard rumors of attacks and creatures that took the supplies for themselves. It had caused fear and the mountain paths were barely used as a result. Alaric was there himself to find out the cause of the disturbance personally and his nose caught the scent of blood and he could hear the sound of it flowing through a web of veins that belonged to a human. After so many years of being a vampire, he got good at being able to tell which blood type belonged to what race. With unnatural speed, he cut through the trees and forest and tracked the scent to its source.
When he found what would be a caravan, he stayed in the treeline as his crimson eyes tracked it smoothly. It held a single lamp to illuminate its path and there were crates tied together in the back to signal it out as a merchant. A few moments passed and Alaric was ready to step forward but that's when he caught the scent of others. With his sensitive ears, he could even hear the slightest of sounds and he caught the snapping of twigs and crunch of leaves from multiple sets of feet all around him.
The vampire remained in the shadows, contorting them to envelope his form and hide him. From his position, it wasn't that long until he could see movement from multiple figures cutting through the tall grass toward the carriage.
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