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(Open to one. Note: This is something I am doing separate from the Nosdyn Chronology taking advantage of liquid time and doing my own thing.)
One night he took off...
He got tired of being a Vampire Lord and decided he wanted to say to hell with it all.
He grabbed a travel cloak and some basic sundries and his gauntlets.
He looked at Castle Blackhold one last time, as if to say good bye.
Then he turned and started to walk off in a general direction towards the wilderness.
He was a miner through and through and had the gruff mind set of a miner.
But that was not where he was heading...through all of the endless battles he'd lost his edge.
He needed to take time away from the castle time away from his life. But he needed a break from it all. The wind felt good against his blue skin as he walked in no particular direction. His eyes, lost to him, where hidden behind the red blindfold he always wore. There were Vampire markings on the folds but those were mainly to denote his Vampire status.
The world by night had a movement and a vibration to it.
He'd learned much and discovered much.
Many personal battles had been the price for his current status.
Many battles and far too many losses.
On his mind was an old friend, Lady Ellsa, the woman he'd been forced to put to the side because of his perceived status as Vampire Lord.
He ran away from it all that night.
One night he took off...
He got tired of being a Vampire Lord and decided he wanted to say to hell with it all.
He grabbed a travel cloak and some basic sundries and his gauntlets.
He looked at Castle Blackhold one last time, as if to say good bye.
Then he turned and started to walk off in a general direction towards the wilderness.
He was a miner through and through and had the gruff mind set of a miner.
But that was not where he was heading...through all of the endless battles he'd lost his edge.
He needed to take time away from the castle time away from his life. But he needed a break from it all. The wind felt good against his blue skin as he walked in no particular direction. His eyes, lost to him, where hidden behind the red blindfold he always wore. There were Vampire markings on the folds but those were mainly to denote his Vampire status.
The world by night had a movement and a vibration to it.
He'd learned much and discovered much.
Many personal battles had been the price for his current status.
Many battles and far too many losses.
On his mind was an old friend, Lady Ellsa, the woman he'd been forced to put to the side because of his perceived status as Vampire Lord.
He ran away from it all that night.