c h a s i n g ``death (c)

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey The night was still young for Savan and the hunt just beginning; well, actually, the night in the Black Forest was eternal. Darkness swept across the land- its claws tearing the trees until they were black, lurking its ugly head to glower at anyone who dared to enter the fringes. The farther one walked into its territory, the more the ink seemed to swallow them up. It was a place that he was often seen in, luring his victims in for a fun game of cat and mouse. Or maybe a few stragglers who searched for some sort of comfort inside; perhaps believing that is it better then Vala, or the Temple of Keggor. In truth, there's no place safe in the Land of Darkness, no place to run, no place to hide- there's only fight for survival or just give up and wither away- quickly. And the one that the elder vampire had been eying for a short time didn't seem to know that as he thundered about; helplessly lost and drawing more attention to himself from the beasts that reside within. His feet shuffled up dead twigs and leaves; clearly not a elf, and it wasn't smart enough to be considered immortal. He wasn't going to last long, this figure, his human. Stepping to the side, the vampire watched through the break among the trees as the human ran past, stirring sounds of the sorts as he went along, breaking the silence that had accumulated. He could feel it, the man's labored breathing of distress, the quickened heartbeat of distress, the flailing limbs and rustling clothing of desperation as he searched for a way out. The fabrics of his tunic caught and tore along the branches of the trees as he skittered by, leaving behind his scent for the vampire to silently follow, fast on his heels. He could just smell the perspiration, the fear as he trailed the human thoughtfully, wondering what was next on his ingenious plane of running in the opposite direction. He had never favored humans. Never really gave them much of a thought. They were like bugs- bugs he flicked off his cloak whilst traveling . Simple, easy to kill, and overall stubbornly annoying. They were useless in many ways to him, neither having the time nor the patience to sit and think things through. It was a pity really that Savan would have to come across such a simpleton for a meal; the chase was uneventful, nothing memorable nor amusing about it. He did, at one point or another admit that he envied their mortality, their ability to simply give up and die- while he, on the other hand, had to continue living, never getting old, never changing, never becoming something more. But before he could close the distance between them for the kill, a new scent caught his attention. And he paused in his step, considering the change for a moment. It wasn't a well known scent, but known nevertheless-elf. His lucid brown gaze flickered from the ambling figure to where the elf was for a few beats before he finally made his decision and picked himself up on one of the branches, making his way over to where she was, her heady scent fill his nose and narrowing his gaze. There seems to be a break of excitement among Savan's endless night as he moved swiftly, not making a sound. notes:: e h h words:: 5 6 9 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

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Liluth knew it was a bad idea to go into the Black Forest. She knew it, it was a place of growth perverted, and as she walked under the looming branches hung with black moss, a shiver went up her spine. “Bad idea all around, Liluth. Big bad things to come eat sweet little elves here.” her voice was a bare whisper, sounding very afraid though it didn't shake. She had been carefully walking through the forest for hours, and had gone much farther than simple fear. She was terrified, but too stubborn to turn back. She gripped the leather whip in her hands tightly. It wasn't for protection, the knife on her belt was for that, it was a comfort thing. The feel of the carefully braided strips kept her heart from racing out of her chest, and kept her breathing even. She had carried the knife the first few miles, but there was nothing like hand braided leather to keep her nerves settled. Finally, she turned around to go back the way she came when she heard a sound. There was someone else stumbling through the dark words. It was a harsh sound, clear in the damp silence. “A human..” she murmured, knowing only one of that clumsy race would be making such noise. She glanced over to where he was, whispering a prayer of thanks first to Thatulo, and then as an afterthought to Xymore. It was more likely the human would be sent here as easy prey and protection for her to leave by the god of shadows than her god of nature, and it had yet to do her harm to add a prayer to him as an afterthought to all her earnest prayers to her god of nature. She had taken but a few steps when another sound barely intruded on her well of silence. It came from above, and fearfully she looked up. “Who's there?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. Whoever it was would be able to hear it, she was sure. Eyes on the canopy above, she edged her way back until she felt the firmness of a tree trunk behind her back, only them did she relax slightly, allowing herself to breath normally. It wasn't that she really knew she was being watched, per se, it was more of a feeling, a suspicion of a feeling. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, putting her on edge. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 414 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, i feel like is an appropriate sentiment, lol. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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[liluth]

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Out of the corner of her eye, Liluth saw something. Quickly, she turned her head to face it, but just as quickly as the dark shape had appeared there it was gone. And then came a voice from the trees, purring at her, sending shivers slowly up her spine. She had thought she was terrified before, but that had been nothing. The Black Forest itself, she slowly realized, wasn't half as terrifying as the things that walked inside. "Monsters here, monsters there, monsters, monsters, everywhere~" she tried to move her head, to follow where the sound went without moving from her safe spot against the tree, when he spoke again, and she could hear the voice travel around her. "Not brave, brave would come in ready to kill. Just stupid, though stupid is brave to some people." she whispered the honest words in answer to his taunt, all too sure of just how truthful they were. Just over twenty and she had thought herself so grown up, so smart, had been rsentful of how the older elves treated her as a child and now she was talking to a voice in the Black Forest, calling herself stupid. At last it seemed the voice stopped, standing on her right, and asking her a question. Finally, she caught sign of the pale figure in the shadows, dressed all in black, with black hair he pushed out of his face. "Came here to see if rumors were true, if the forest was dead, but no. Deeper I went and deeper I found twisted trees growing upside down, animals, things, even, perverted, twisted. No sound beckoned me, but the darkness, it holds secrets, fascinating secrets, secrets that send chills up my spine. Like you, a dead one, aren't you? Dead and deadly, just like everything else in this dark wood." She kept her eyes on him as she spoke, slowly inching around the tree so she was facing his direction, whip hanging loosely from her hand, the tip falling to the ground. She was many things, but coward she was not. If he chose to attack she wouldn't live very long, but her back was straight, and though she shook, she was already trying to formulate a way to defend herself. Nothing came to mind, but she was sure there must be something she could do if he charged her, which there was no guarantee he would. For all she knew, vampires, which is what she suspected him of being one of, never killed their prey right off, and she'd be taken home and slowly bled to feed his every whim. His, she kept referring to it as a he, and if it wasn't for the voice, she wouldn't have. She had to force herself away from looking at the face for longer than necessary, enchanted slightly by the pale beauty of what she could see. 'It was almost an afterthought after that voice, looking and seeing the face, idly thinking it pretty, while your heart continued to pound harder, your senses perceiving it to be terrifying, though you mind could only look and see pretty,' she thought, as her eyes once back moved to get a better look at the shadowy figure. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 538 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, i feel like is an appropriate sentiment, lol. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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[liluth]

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Liluth wanted to close her eyes, to curl up and plug her ears so she wouldn't hear that deceptively silky voice, and that laugh that sent shivers up her spine. But she couldn't do that. Doing that would mean she was giving up, giving in and just letting him kill her. She was certain he would, but she wouldn't lay down and let him without some semblance of a fight. She wouldn't be able to actually attack or fight him off if he came at her, but at least she could stand and spit insults at him until the deed was completed. She shook her head, wishing he wasn't speaking the words that whispered in the back of her mind. The only thing that could come of entering the Black Forest and coming so far was her demise, her death, the end of her life that could be so much longer. He was moving again, coming closer, and her breath caught. He was so beautiful, yet his voice told her he was deadly, and willing to do it, too, take her life. No mercy in that voice, not even the tiniest drop. The purring sound as he threatened her, she found it was worse by far than the laugh. The laugh was mocking, but the purr, it was seductive. It was so like the purr of a cat, ready to finish off the mouse and eat it up with a grin. He was the cat, and she the mouse, caught far from her hole in the wall. Her mind seemed to be working sluggishly now, slowly taking in his words, thinking them through carefully. “Answers? No, no answers here, unless death is the answer, but then in the end it always is. Isn't it? Except not for you, and not for me. A hundred years from now, a thousand, we could come back and stand here, looking just the same, not changing so much as a hair on our heads. Apart from death, I could have been, but I was curious, I looked, didn't I? And oh what I see. The face of death, so beautifully tempting staring back at me. Except for the eyes. The eyes of death are to cold, too calculating to be beautiful, like the laugh.” She smiled a little, a tiny laugh escaping as she looked him over as he leaned against the tree. Now she could see how thin he was, and it made her laugh a little louder, smirking as her eyes came up to look into his, as much as she could when they were in shadows. “Those people are right. Death is a scythe, tall and thin. Is his blade wicked and deadly? Does he let you play a game I wonder? Perhaps cat and mouse, a good game for a death that devours.” The hand holding the whip brought it up to her face as she talked, staring at his dark figure, running the braided leather over her cheek and ending with it resting at her lips. Her heartbeat was fast, and her voice surprised even her in how steady it was. It was as if her mind had decided it wasn't afraid now she was sure of her fate, though it couldn't convince her body of the same. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 551 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, i feel like is an appropriate sentiment, lol. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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[liluth]

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Liluth Alavara hadn't expected him to step forward to where she could see him. That caused the tiniest gasp to escape her lips as he began to speak. His voice was flowing over her, covering her with its soft cadences, and she had to bite back a whimper. All too soon and not soon enough, he was there, close enough to touch, close enough to reach into her chest and grab her heart. He was reaching for her now, and her throat contracted around a scream, not letting her reveal her fear in that way. Playing a game with death, she had said it off hand, saying the first things her strange mind thought of, and he took it seriously, proposing games impossible for her to win, and promising one thing in return: death. In a way, he was promising her himself, after all, she was referring to him when talking about beautiful, tempting death. At least he hadn't picked up on that, not completely. To him it sounded like death was what he could bring, not what he was. His cold fingers brushed against her skin, running over her cheek and lips, and then, with those cursed whispered words, he was gone, leaving her alone in the clearing, so far as she could tell. Her body relaxed with a breath, back bending, and a few tears falling down her cheeks as she blinked. “No,” she whispered, “No, Liluth, no. Can't stop now, you can run. Nothing worse than death now, must try for life, for lailuh's sake, yes? Yes.” She nodded once, looking around her as she slowly stepped away from the tree. He wasn't in sight, so all she could do was pick a direction. Her hands went to her lips, each receiving a small kiss as she gave a prayer to Thatulo, begging for guidance, “Home, please, away from the dark, into the green, and there I'll stay.” She whispered, stopping her slow turn at last when she felt something almost like a breeze. “Thank you” She set off at an instant run, lithe body flowing through the dark trees, arms stretched behind her, whip trailing in the air. Her eyes were open, but she didn't turn her head at all, merely sidestepping trees that got in her way. But her steps were slowing, and the trees more numerous. With a chill of cold fear, she knew she had chosen the wrong way. “Seductive death.” she whispered, slowing to a walk to climb over a series of fallen trees. “Wrong way seems right, nothing you can do but-” she paused, turning toward a thinner section of trees. “Run~” She could only hope, as she set off again, that this new way would treat her better, and not take her deeper into the Black Forest. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 479 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, i feel like is an appropriate sentiment, lol. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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[liluth]

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His laugh was following her, Liluth realized, and the realization spurred her on. She was grateful for the silly games she and her sister hand played, chasing each other through the woods, though admittedly they had worn a bit less clothing, none to be exact, but it still had helped prepare her for dodging rotting stumps and knotted roots. She was surprised she was able to keep her balance with the damp rotting leaves coating the ground, but it wasn't much different than running in the rain. Happy thoughts, she needed the happy thoughts and memories to keep popping up, each gave her a new burst of speed. And just as she was searching for another happy similarity, the voice came at her from the left. She didn't have enough breath to respond, but she hurried away from the voice, the warning ringing in her ears. Monsters waiting, him waiting, but for now he was playing with her, letting her run. She didn't care if she was being led into a trap, like the time one of the elf boys had thought it funny to chase her into a lake. She wouldn't run into his arms, asking for death. He wanted her to run away, she would. His next comment caused her to stumble, she was getting weary and worn out. But more than anything else, she noticed how he hadn't mentioned monsters or death that time, just having her for himself. She shivered as she caught her balance, it wasn't the same type of threat, but she remembered those cold hands on her skin, and the thought of them terrified some part of her brain and made her put on another burst of speed. How long had she been running? She couldn't tell. The darkness was the same all throughout the Black Forest, or was it getting lighter? She didn't trust her eyes as she pressed on. Her lungs were aching as she pressed on, but somehow it seemed easier to breath. She knew it shouldn't, perhaps it was just a sign that she was close to death, surely that was it, just like the rustling from ahead and to the left, with a mans voice complaining about some brambles, cursing the dark woods. “Delusional,” she whispered, unknowingly slowed to nothing more than a quick walk, her muscles protesting, but her body not willing to stop, or give up, “Soon I'll be dead, I must be, having delusions of seeing moonlight and hearing a stupid hunter. 'Silly stupid elf, traveling into the Black Forest, to come to your demise with my teeth in your neck' he'll say, something like that, soon he'll say it, last thing you'll hear, Liluth, his silky voice, or his teeth sinking into your neck.” LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 462 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, i feel like is an appropriate sentiment, lol. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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[liluth]

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There was that voice and laugh behind Liluth again, egging her on with teasing words. They'd stopped being threats, almost encouragements, even in such a mocking tone, even followed by that laugh that sent chills up and down her spine. “No, no walking, I will run to freedom.” she spoke with determination, and true to her word, she began to run once more. If that voice told her she was close to freedom, then she couldn't stop. For though she didn't trust her eyes telling her moonlight was ahead, or her tongue telling her the air was fresh, or even her ears telling her there were other travelers nearby, she trusted that voice. He wasn't lying to her, she could almost feel it, and if he was, running to her demise was better than simply walking any day. Sooner than expected, she was out of the forest, her feet slowing at the familiar feel of grass instead of leaves under her feet. Against her better judgment, she turned back, eyes drawn upward in the trees. There he was, sitting on a branch much like a cat, she still couldn't help but see him like that, perhaps a lion, considering the way his hair whisped around his face like a mane. Still taking steps backward away from the Black Forest, she raised a hand as well. A chance breeze from the forest brought his last words to her ears, and she smiled. “Your silly elf might just come back to face her death, Savan.” she tasted the name on her tongue as she watched him leave, turning away herself, to go as far as she could. He hadn't left those black woods, true, but there were other monsters that wouldn't hold to the same rule. “Savan..” she whispered again, and just naming the thing she had met sent a chill up her spine. He had a name now, other than death, did that mean he wouldn't kill her? She didn't know, but her curiosity stirred. Even if she had just faced death in those black woods, her curiosity wanted to go back, or go to somewhere else in the dark lands to see him again and test that dangerous theory. “No,” she told herself sternly. “Too much testing, and the outcome is certain. He didn't kill us – yet, that is all. Death has named himself, Liluth. Savan, he's called for us. Best not to tempt him too soon.” she nodded, blinking her eyes once, twice, before collapsing on the side of the path. Her body was exhausted, and had barely gotten her to the safety of a ditch, where a breeze sent a light cover of leaves over her lithe body. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAVAN. IT HAS 456 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING elf clothes >.>. BY THE WAY, this was so amazing, we should do it again!. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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