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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 the curse of night that birthed the fangs in his mouth, the thirst for blood in his heart, and the pallor to his flesh. Evermore, just as her beauty seemed to be, nigh a single sign of age upon flawless elven skin that glowed in the thin rays of sunlight that dared break through the treetops to find them.
Her.
Only a week ago, Kerrick had lived the isolated lifestyle that he'd chosen for himself when he broke from his kind, leaving the warrens behind and emerging out from hiding into the hostile land of those who looked down upon the creatures of the night. It was not a happy lifestyle, but Vandergard did not seek happiness. All that he wished for was peace; With himself and his actions, with his existence and how it affected those around him. Loneliness was a burden he could carry. Guilt? It had been much more difficult.
To believe that one woman, with hair of flaming scarlet and ears as sharp as knives, could so effortlessly rid him of both guilt and loneliness in only a night... It proved only that there was much about the world even one as ageless as he did not understand. Maveriel Valthoras knew so little about Kerrick, and he so little of her. And yet, only a scant few days after meeting, they'd found themselves as lovers, unable to deny the magnetic attraction they felt so strongly towards one another.
In Maveriel, Kerrick saw life, burning so beautifully bright that he was drawn to it like a moth to flame. Not with the desire to extinguish it, merely to bask in it. Basked he had, more than a day they'd spent holed up alone, expending themselves upon one another, speaking their feelings not through words, but through touch. As difficult as it had been to pull themselves from that bliss, Kerrick now admitted to himself that he was glad they did. Watching the elf, as she carefully treaded through the tall grass and brush of the forest floor, her garb in the setting it was meant to be worn in, her hair like fire in the sun... It was a beauty he could not see from the comfort of a bed.
Valthoras was made for the forest, as most elves were. Kerrick? Well...
The Vampire tightened his coat around his body, securing the hood over his head as he followed close behind his lover. The canopy overhead broke the sunlight, but it still drained him of his energy, little by little. For now, he was fine, but he could not withstand the day for long hours at a time the way Maveriel could. Vandergard stuck to the shadows, walking in the shade cast by the tall trees surrounding them whenever possible. It was strange, though... every time he looked over at Mave, he didn't feel tired in the slightest.
"You know..." Kerrick muttered, a smirk on the corner of his lips as he leaned forward to allow his words to roll off the back of his companion's nape. "You've yet to enlighten me as to what exactly the prey of this 'hunt' is, Maveriel. My curiosity is killing me, you know..."
Valthoras didn't strike him as the type to prey on harmless game. Surely, they sought something more combative, something with a bite. Something that would bring them effort and sweat, that they could revel in their victory over when the moonlight returned, something Maveriel had made it clear she intended to do with him just the same as the last night.
"...Is this something so meager you will be taking it down on your lonesome? Or will I be allowed to participate?"
Maveriel Valthoras
Her.
Only a week ago, Kerrick had lived the isolated lifestyle that he'd chosen for himself when he broke from his kind, leaving the warrens behind and emerging out from hiding into the hostile land of those who looked down upon the creatures of the night. It was not a happy lifestyle, but Vandergard did not seek happiness. All that he wished for was peace; With himself and his actions, with his existence and how it affected those around him. Loneliness was a burden he could carry. Guilt? It had been much more difficult.
To believe that one woman, with hair of flaming scarlet and ears as sharp as knives, could so effortlessly rid him of both guilt and loneliness in only a night... It proved only that there was much about the world even one as ageless as he did not understand. Maveriel Valthoras knew so little about Kerrick, and he so little of her. And yet, only a scant few days after meeting, they'd found themselves as lovers, unable to deny the magnetic attraction they felt so strongly towards one another.
In Maveriel, Kerrick saw life, burning so beautifully bright that he was drawn to it like a moth to flame. Not with the desire to extinguish it, merely to bask in it. Basked he had, more than a day they'd spent holed up alone, expending themselves upon one another, speaking their feelings not through words, but through touch. As difficult as it had been to pull themselves from that bliss, Kerrick now admitted to himself that he was glad they did. Watching the elf, as she carefully treaded through the tall grass and brush of the forest floor, her garb in the setting it was meant to be worn in, her hair like fire in the sun... It was a beauty he could not see from the comfort of a bed.
Valthoras was made for the forest, as most elves were. Kerrick? Well...
The Vampire tightened his coat around his body, securing the hood over his head as he followed close behind his lover. The canopy overhead broke the sunlight, but it still drained him of his energy, little by little. For now, he was fine, but he could not withstand the day for long hours at a time the way Maveriel could. Vandergard stuck to the shadows, walking in the shade cast by the tall trees surrounding them whenever possible. It was strange, though... every time he looked over at Mave, he didn't feel tired in the slightest.
"You know..." Kerrick muttered, a smirk on the corner of his lips as he leaned forward to allow his words to roll off the back of his companion's nape. "You've yet to enlighten me as to what exactly the prey of this 'hunt' is, Maveriel. My curiosity is killing me, you know..."
Valthoras didn't strike him as the type to prey on harmless game. Surely, they sought something more combative, something with a bite. Something that would bring them effort and sweat, that they could revel in their victory over when the moonlight returned, something Maveriel had made it clear she intended to do with him just the same as the last night.
"...Is this something so meager you will be taking it down on your lonesome? Or will I be allowed to participate?"
Maveriel Valthoras