Unexpected Complications{Yukio and Isilme07}(private)

[Yukio Takamiya]

 

 

 

Name: Kertia

 

Age: Slightly over a century, he forgot.

 

Gender: Male

 

Race: Dragon

 

Position: Seme

 

Abilities: Fire Manipulation, has impenetrable scales, able to shift into partial or full dragon form.

 

Description: Long mahogany brown hair, silver red eyes, slightly tanned skin, black long nails.

As a dragon, he has a long body covered with tough scales that is almost impossible to penetrate.

Strong red leathery wings and multiple horns on his joints and top of his head.

 

Likes: Being alone, birds, flying, reading.

 

Dislikes: Noise, needless conversations, annoying individuals.

 

Personality: As prideful as any dragon, perhaps even more due to his status and thus have never once been disrespected. A little stubborn at times. Easily angered but has no one to set off his temper.

 

Short bio: Originates from a long line of dragons, highest ranked species, thus, practically royalty. He stays away from the population close to the ocean to, in his words, 'have some peace'. He never had a good relationship with his father and refuses to take his position as Ruler. His isolation from society was also a way to hide from his father. When he was 52 years old, an accident occurred that took the life of his older brother. Kertia blamed himself, that incident brought him into depression and Kertia has since refused to interact with anyone.

 

 

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Opening Post:

 

 

Night fell sooner than he thought and Kertia made his way for home. He flapped his incredibly strong wings once and that force shot him forward a few kilometres homeward. The birds had all gone home and it did feel a little lonely to be flying alone. Though he was practically alone everyday.

 

Changing his altitude, Kertia made a dive for the ocean below, flapping his wings and shooting down at a speed faster than any bullet. He relished the thrill that came with the speed he was going at. Before his head touched the salt water, Kertia flattened his wings against his back and stretched them out again so that he was flying along the surface of the sea, his sleeves skimming across the waters thus getting wet. Upon spotting the large mansion atop the cliff, Kertia decided to take a dip and swim towards the thin shoreline. His head went under the water and his body soon followed. But Kertia's speed didn't slow down one bit in the water either. Whoever said that he couldn't fly underwater? His powerful wings beat against the currents, creating powerful backlashes that sent creatures of the ocean to god-knows-where.

 

Reaching the shoreline, Kertia burst out of the waters, beating his wings and spraying thousands of tiny droplets onto the sand below. He zipped upwards and finally landed on the edge of the cliff. From there, he walked a short distance along the perimeter of his estate to the entrance. His mansion was surrounded by a large wall and a big metal gate so that no human could ever wander in. Kertia found that too troublesome to deal with if they ever found out that he was royalty. Then again, Kertia never used that door. Too troublesome to unlock, therefore he simply leaped over the wall. Inside the estate, was a once beautiful garden with roses and trees neatly lined up. But despising company, Kertia had never asked anyone to care for the garden nor did he know how to do it himself. Over decades, the roses wilted and the weeds grew. The trees remained untrimmed and now covered the garden in shadows even during the day. A path was visible though, the path that Kertia always walked so no plant covered that area. Kertia took that same path to the front door and entered structure. Once closing the door, Kertia retracted his wings, squeezing his back muscles so that his wings once again became a mark between his shoulder blades.

 

Kerita made his way up the long winding stairs slowly, dripping water on the floor as he went, thus creating a trail. He entered the east wing of the mansion where the bedrooms were located and went up another flight of stairs to the top floor. He entered his large room and headed straight for the bathing chambers.

 

A short soak in the tub and he was out in no time with a bathrobe covering his lean but muscular body. Kertia padded across the room to the large open window which let the moonlight in and stared out at the ocean. It was the usual view for the past few decades, yet he never got tired of it. The same moon reflected in the waters, the same starless skies and the same salty breeze. Kertia wanted it to always remain like this, alone for eternity, forever wallowing in the despair that he deserved.

[Isilme07]

 

 

Name: Arlan Virrey

 

Race: Vampire

 

Age: Over 200 y.o. Looks like a man in his early twenties

 

Gender: Male

 

Appearance: Pale complexion; long straight black hair, icy blue eyes that glint violet when he’s hungry. Retractable fangs. 175cm tall, slender build.

 

Lives: (Temporarily) Basement in an abandoned building.

 

Family: None. He’s the last of his kin.

 

Likes: Full moon nights, collecting strange artifacts, roses, tales and legends, music

 

Dislikes: Most humans –except those he uses from time to time–, sunlight, chains

 

Personality: Smart and streetwise, good at surviving, usually calm but will lose control when hungry, and become impertinent if annoyed, wary of strangers

 

Special skills: Can charm weak-willed humans into doing things, above average strength and resilience, has learnt to go without blood for long periods of time

 

Position: Seke, most often uke.

 

Background:

Arlan lives burdened with the knowledge that he’s the last of his kind. Vampires disappeared almost a century ago and he has managed to survive by feeding on humans as little as possible and changing hideouts frequently. He’s sometimes lonely and bitter but he desperately wants to live, and there are things about the world and this particular city that he enjoys. He had partners in the past –a few different human males who never learned about his true nature-, but the last one died a few years ago.

 

 

Sixteen days and twelve hours. That was a personal best, Arlan thought. He could barely remember the last human; some drunkard in alley, wasn’t he? Someone who wouldn’t be missed. It was always best not leave any evidence. After all, there were no vampires left in the world. I mock the world by existing.

 

And then the dizziness struck and sent him reeling. His instincts urged him to move forward until he found some blood source –he really didn’t like the word "victim". If he got closer to the town centre in his present condition, nothing good would ensue. He sometimes fed off bandits, wanderers, outcasts, who could be found outside the city limits. It was a great plan if he had his wits about him. Which was not the case. He walked as fast as he could and after a while he didn’t know where he was anymore, and an anxiety older and more familiar than anything else he’d felt seized him. He gazed up at the moon as if it could give him some answers but his eyesight was blurring and even the pale orb looked red, bloodshot. And now the world is mocking me. Is this the end?

 

He’d done well. He’d done really well considering everyone else was dead. A lone vampire hidden in the shadows, invisible, unexpected as death. One year after another after another. Arlan made an effort to focus on his surroundings. No scent, no trail. Not a single human being around. He thought he could hear the ocean, tall waves lapping at some cliff. There were bound to be fishermen around. He felt cold for the first time in a long while, and his long black coat did little to help. The only way out is forward. That was an old motto of his, and it had worked so far.

 

He couldn’t tell how long he had been wandering, when suddenly he caught a human scent. He was past caring who the blood source was; his instinct took over and he rushed in that direction. An isolated house, or more like a fortress judging by the size. Some rich old man, maybe, or a lonely widow. It was no surprise that such a house would be strongly fenced, but walls couldn’t keep him out, especially when he was this desperate. He mustered all his strength to climb a fence and step into the vegetation beyond as quiet as a mouse.

 

Whatever it took, he was going to live another night.

[Yukio Takamiya]

When his hair dried, Kertia changed out of his bathrobe into a comfortable white button-up and black trousers. Walking to his study, he picked up an unfinished book and sat in the armchair, ready to indulge himself in words where he could forget momentarily about the world around him. Kertia didn't sleep much, or rather, he dared not sleep too long. For fear that those dreams would come back to haunt him. Dreams of that fateful day which would always come back repeatedly to make sure he didn't forget his sin. To ensure that the guilt would eat at him for eternity.

 

If it weren't for him, an all powerful dragon like his brother would never have been done in by demons. Demons, a whole army of them. The past was still clear in his mind. Kertia's brother, Julian was merely five years older than him, losing his life at a young age of fifty-seven years old. Kertia was now over a century old...what right did he have to live this long? Yet he didn't deserve death either, death was a blessing to someone as sinful as him, he should never be forgiven, will never deserve a blessing.

 

If he had listened...if he hadn't been so childish...there were so many ifs... His brother was the depiction of perfect, a gift to the world and next in line as Ruler. The world would have been so happy had he lived. How his brother must hate him, despise him. Kertia didn't want to think of it but this was his punishment. He remembered how he dashed out of the castle cursing his brother for taking sides with their father. Now that he thought of it, Kertia wondered what possessed him to act like such a kid at his age. Julian ran after him...they arrived at an open area filled with large rocks and Kertia hid. No matter how Julian called out for him, he wouldn't reveal himself.

 

The demons arrived and Julian fought. Taking his enemies down swiftly with his large majestic form. Sadly, he was outnumbered greatly. A good portion of the demons perished and the rest of the army took him down with a spear through his large head. The whole time, Kertia couldn't move, shaking in his hiding spot, waiting till the demons left. It was a good minute later before he finally came out, scrambling over to his brother and sobbing over the large dragon's snout. His cry of despair never reached Julian. He should have fought together with Julian and taken his place so that the world wouldn't lose a good Ruler, so that his parents wouldn't lose their loved son. How he regretted.

 

'Crack!' The armrest broke and Kertia snapped back to the present. He had been gripping the armrest so hard that it snapped. Sighing, Kertia brought a hand to his face only to realise in shock that his cheeks were damp. So he cried, did he even deserve to shed tears for Julian? He bent down to retrieve the book that had somehow fallen from his hand amidst his thoughts and opened it again.

 

All of a sudden, he snapped it close and stood up. There was an intruder, How?! Was it a demon, or something else? Kertia walked out of his room and made his way to the mansion's exit. Throwing open the doors, he stepped into the overgrown garden a surveyed the area. Lifting his nose into the sir, Kertia took a sniff but the smell of plants overpowered the intruder's scent. He could sense a presence though. Kertia tensed, and waited for the intruder to reveal himself.

[Isilme07]

Arlan could barely think. At times like this, consumed by hunger and the desperate need to survive, he acted on instinct, assessing problems and making decisions at preternatural speed. It had saved him more than once, given that he tended to think things over carefully when he was sober, when he was acting human. And humans were in constant peril, weren’t they? So ephemeral and fragile. You should let yourself go more often, a lover had once told him. Of course, said lover, an adorable youth no older than eighteen, had never seen him drink anyone to death.

 

He could go from quiet, composed gentleman of unearthly beauty, walking in the shadows but smiling kindly at whoever crossed his path, to ghastly beast in a second. He couldn’t fix his nature. Didn’t want to, to be completely honest. He wasn’t a cruel man, but humankind deserved some suffering; they were ultimately responsible for the demise of his race. He regretted running unnecessary risks, and he feared getting caught. He would sometimes bond with a human for a brief time to quench the loneliness and other desires. That was as far as his sympathy went.

 

Leaves rustled. He identified the figure that smelled of heat and flesh and blood, and did not stop to look twice at it. One feline leap forward, as fast as a lash of a whip, and he was clinging to his prey’s neck; his fangs extended and grazed warm skin for a split second before sinking in, and he drank deeply, confident that –as usual- his blood source would weaken almost immediately and collapse.

[Yukio Takamiya]

The night was just as quiet as any other, yet Kertia stood at his door awaiting certain danger. He hadn't been disturbed for decades, so why now? His keen eyes scanned the garden quickly but cautiously. It couldn't be human, this he was certain since it was virtually impossible for any human to scale that wall. Kertia stood completely still, his body was tensed but his mind was calm. He stood completely still even when his sharp ears picked up the sound of rustling leaves.

 

A blurred figure jumped out and Kertia was ready for it. However, what he didn't expect was to see a human face approaching him with inhumane speed. Impossible! A human?! No, no human could move that fast. So what was this...this creature? Kertia had been ready to receive the intruder but his surprise delayed his movements. Before he knew it, the unknown creature latched its teeth to Kertia's neck. More surprise followed, was this animal...drinking his blood? Kertia didn't move, eyes wide open as his blood continued to deplete steadily. There were many creatures who consumed blood but none of them held such uncanny resemblance to humans. The only ones who did were long gone...

 

Was that it? Was this guy a vampire? The world just didn't know. Kertia could finally get his body to move. The guy had already taken more blood than Kertia would allow himself to lose. Swiftly, Kertia grabbed the vampire by his hair and slammed him onto the tiled floors. To say he was angry would be an understatement, Kertia was furious. To think that he, an almighty dragon would lose his blood to someone like this. His blood held great power and it wasn't meant to be taken out just like that, who knew what would happen to this vampire after taking so much.

 

After giving the vampire a painful slam into the flooring, Kertia gripped the man's throat tightly with one hand, the other had claws ready, positioned near his eye. In a deathly calm voice, Kertia spoke," who are you and how many of you are left?"

 

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[Isilme07]

The first odd thing Arlan noticed was the taste of the blood. Human, but not quite; it had a strange quality to it. Blood could give information, and in the case of his regular blood sources, there was so much the vampire learned about them –more than he cared to know, really. But this being he was drinking from was different. The blood was thicker, tangier, overwhelming; it seemed to boil rich and hot in his mouth. It told a story Arlan couldn’t understand at all; a long life and power were the two things that came through to him. Mighty, magical blood. Not a demon’s; Arlan would have not made that mistake. Demon blood was poisonous and he could recognise it even at his most desperate. Whatever this being was, its blood was nourishing, invigorating; he wanted more. As his senses returned, he cursed himself inwardly for not being able to stop.

The second odd thing was the effects of his attack on the blood source. There was no significant weakening, no passing out. Even after a few moments of drinking, the knees of human beings would give way. It was not happening.

 

The pleasure he took in feeding was harshly interrupted, and blinding pain took its place as the being he had assaulted yanked his hair and his head crashed against a hard surface. Danger. Somehow he was in grave danger at the hands of... what was this being? A man? He looked like a human male but there was no way he was a mere human. Arlan watched him through eyes heavy-lidded with pain, trying to understand. Moonlight reflected on his skin revealed the being’s terrible beauty. His eyes glinted with fury.

 

Arlan’s strength was returning quickly, and his instincts were screaming for him to get away as fast as possible instead of engaging in a fight. He struggled to get free with all his might but the man’s grip was too strong. He then spotted the claws and became paralyzed with fear for the first time in what must have been decades. It took him a moment to process the question that had been addressed to him, and when he did his throat was dry.

 

Would the truth get him killed or save him? He wondered. He had to make a decision quickly. He opened his light blue eyes wider and breathed out a response.

 

“IMy name is Arlan. I’m alone.” Not too much detail but still true. Hopefully it would be enough to persuade the other being that he was no longer a threat.

 

He didn’t want to die like this.

[Yukio Takamiya]

The vampire was afraid...Kertia could tell through the fear reflected in those icy blue orbs. He took pleasure with that knowledge, dragons liked to be feared and he was no exception. The vampire's hesitation though... added to his fury. As the Kertia tightened his grip of the other's throat, did he then hear a response. The answer made sense even though Kertia could barely think through his rage. A lone vampire, undiscovered because there was only one of him left.

 

Kertia slowly got off the vampire, keeping a cautious eye on him as he released his throat. "Make any move to escape and I'll slaughter you!" He threatened menacingly. Kertia couldn't let the vampire leave with his blood running in those veins. And if Kertia was to kill him, the very last of the vampires would be gone. Although it didn't really mean a thing to him if this guy was gone, Kertia found it a pity that his powerful blood would be wastefully spilt just like that. Besides, the vampires had once been a powerful ally to the dragons and the nation until the demons massacred them. His father would be pleased to know that one survived.

 

Kertia was at a lost of what to do with him. He didn't know what changes would his blood make to this vampire, he couldn't let him roam free. And he couldn't send him to his father either and risk letting the old man know his whereabouts. Cursing, he shifted his glare onto the vampire, the bane of his headache. He grabbed the man's collar and lifted him off his feet, much like a cat and started for the stairs. Kertia threw the vampire into a random room. "Try to escape and your room would be located in the dungeons." He locked the door and headed back to his room. Kertia let out a sigh.... his peace had been disrupted.

[Isilme07]

When the overwhelmingly powerful man loosened his grip on his throat, Arlan tried to speak but no sound came out. He could not remember when he had last been this afraid, this helpless. He bit on his lower lip and kept his gaze lowered. It wouldn’t do to anger the man any further if he wanted to make it out of that place alive. Which seemed like a remote possibility to him at that moment. Maybe if he properly apologized for drinking his blood without permission... No, that wouldn’t do. He was a being with magical blood and no stuttered apology would accomplish anything except making Arlan look like a pathetic idiot.

 

Who was this fearsome, bewitching man? That was the question he truly wanted to ask. Arlan not only felt sated and strong again –that happened no matter who he drank from. He felt like his senses had sharpened, and there was some pulsating warmth inside that he didn’t even recognize. He felt uncannily alive. Almost like a happy drunk after a shot of absinthe, minus the happy. Maybe this new strength would help him escape, if he played his cards right.

 

It was unsettling to have the man carry him and not daring to do a thing about it. At least he kept some of his dignity by gracefully landing on his feet when he was shoved into a room, but he still remained silent, and gave an almost imperceptible nod in response to the man’s threat. He relaxed slightly when the door closed. Alone suited him fine, especially when he had to think. He immediately looked for a window. There was one but it was barred. Of course, he thought bitterly. And even if he tried to escape when the stranger wasn’t looking, he had drunk his blood after all; wouldn’t he –whatever he was- be able to track him easily? And probably rip him to shreds with those deadly-looking claws for disobeying.

 

He needed to think of something else. Maybe the stranger would not be that angry when the initial shock wore off. Maybe he would come to speak with Arlan, and then there would be some room for negotiation. Arlan was good at that. For the time being, he walked around the room, touching dusty items of furniture –he doubted the place was tidied at all- but nothing in it gave him a clue about the identity of his scary host. He finally sank down on a wooden chair and turned his attention inwards, to the blood he had running through his veins, to see if it had something to tell him after all.

[Yukio Takamiya]

When Kertia arrived back at his room, he shut the door and walked back to the window. This night was different from the others despite looking the same as any other. He wanted to be alone once again and that meant that he had to send that vampire away. Yet he couldn't do it either cause of the blood running in his veins. If Kertia hadn't been so careless, if he hadn't been so easily shocked at something he didn't expect, he wouldn't be in such an undeciding situation. He couldn't release him either. Kertia didn't know what kind of changes would the vampire undergo due to his blood but he would definitely get a lot stronger. Heaving a deep sigh, Kertia ran his fingers through his hair and moved from the window to sit on his bed. He probably shouldn't be thinking so hard about this, everything would just lead to the usual migraine. But one thing was for sure, he had to send the vampire to his father, then disappear again should his father come looking for him.

 

Kertia started to ponder on how he should send the vampire away. Like keep him in a box of steel meant for the king and sneak him on a ship as cargo? The idea was ridiculous but somehow, it did seem like it would be effective. He could do it, but that would have to wait for another time.

 

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Dawn came quickly but Kertia was wide awake, laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. It had become a habit for him to do that, stare at the ceiling with a blank mind till dawn. Kertia seldom slept fearing the nightmares. But insomnia did take a toll on him, his eyes often felt heavy and his body slouched a little every now and then.

 

Getting out of bed, Kertia padded over to his closet and changed into a loose cotton shirt with strings at the collar which he never bothered to tie, revealing the top of his chest and normal trousers. He left the room and headed to the room where he had dumped the vampire. After having a good feast the previous night, Kertia was certain that the vampire was stronger than ever and didn't need any food or water to sustain himself. Did vampires even consume anything other than blood? Kertia had never bothered to find out before.

 

Reaching the room, Kertia stared at the locked door. He had lost the keys to his mansion's rooms a long time ago and had forgotten amidst his rage, leading to just locking the vampire up like that. He stared at the keyhole for a while longer before he finally raised his hand. Slipping a long black nail into the hole, Kertia twisted and turned a little before hearing a satisfying click of the door unlocking. He lifted his finger and checked that his nail was undamaged before entering the room.

 

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[Isilme07]

Arlan remained seated for a very short while. He was restless, empowered with the fresh blood he’d drunk and totally aware of his situation. The man who had locked him up was powerful, stronger than himself for sure. He had ruled out the demon possibility –he was alive after all- and he entertained several others in his mind. But he’d have to make sure before jumping to conclusions that were pretty scary to begin with.

 

Since the man didn’t come back immediately, Arlan had time to come up with different courses of action. The first plan relied too heavily on the element of surprise, and he didn’t think he could catch the stranger unawares again. He’d be on guard; there would be no way he could simply run for it when he next opened the door. Another option involved biding his time and looking as meek and harmless as was reasonable. If the man didn’t think him a threat maybe he would just let him go. Arlan wasn’t optimistic in that regard, either. But what if he tried to charm the stranger? He was somehow human after all, and that trick worked on humans. He only did it when he had the need, but seduction was something he was good at. First he would have to look calm and collected, not panicky and on edge.

 

He was still weighing the pros and cons of the different possibilities when sunlight started to filter through the barred window. The sun wouldn’t kill him but it certainly weakened him and he avoided it as far as possible. He used a dusty coverlet he found lying around to screen the window and moved to sit in a corner of the room.

He had just finished doing that when there was a noise at the door. Arlan straightened up, brushed his long brown burgundy jacket and dark trousers and tried to look like he was at ease. He knew he was at his most beautiful right after drinking, all translucent fair skin and glossy hair.

 

“Do you have any vacant rooms underground, er...did you tell me your name?” he blurted out as soon as the man walked in. Not the smartest thing to say, but considering how nervous he was, it could have been worse.

[Yukio Takamiya]

When Kertia entered the room, he didn't miss how the vampire tried to look at ease. The heart wouldn't lie after all. He could hear the anxious thumping of the muscled organ within the other's chest. Kertia's expression betrayed nothing as he watched the other, strolling in and shutting the door behind him. The vampire certainly did look better than he did the previous night. Courtesy of the nice meal he had of course, Kertia resisted the urge to let out a look of disdain.

 

"It isn't necessary for you to have that information," was his response to the vampire. He was going to send him to his father after all, it was too risky to provide even his name. Kertia took a moment to scrutinize the smaller man before him, at the same time try to figure out how he should deal with him for the time being. A vampire, last of his kind and totally unknown to the world. It all seemed ridiculous to Kertia, slightly hard to believe that this person truly existed. After all, everyone had believed vampires to be extinct for the past few decades.

 

Kertia sat himself down in a chair and rested his head in his palm which rested on the chair's arm. "What do you think I should do with you?" He asked lazily. "For someone who drank my blood, I can't just let you roam free." His eyes glowed briefly then settled back to its original colour as he waited for an answer.

 

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[Isilme07]

Arlan tensed and his eyes followed the mysterious man as he sat down. He didn’t feel like his life was in imminent danger now, but one misstep and the situation could change in the blink of an eye. As far as he could tell, the handsome stranger was volatile, with a quicksilver temper that he doubted would become warm and kind all of a sudden. There was no telling as to what could improve his situation, so Arlan just pressed forward, blinking in what he hoped would come across as a cute, harmless gesture.

 

“Since you’ve locked me up, I thought you’d at least have an idea,” he said quietly with the steadier voice he could muster. He then noticed the change in the man’s eyes. He had seen something like that before, but the memory was buried deep in his mind. “And since you’ve locked me up, I’d like to know what to call you.”

 

He was not ready to provide more information about the blood-drinking. The man already knew he was a vampire, but it’d be best if he didn’t know what the blood was doing to his formerly starved self. He felt strong, smart, beautiful. More so than he had ever felt after drinking from a human. But this creature was a formidable enemy, not only a blood source.

 

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