RP:Hamlets and Cats

Crying Child, Frostmaw Ruins

Drathir had been with another fellow out in this cold wilderness. Had, being the operative term. Next to the vampire lays the corpse of a man, his throat a bloody mess. Perhaps, then, that might have been what sent the dead girl running this time, the sight of the man's throat veritably ripped out. What did it, at first, might have been a mystery - if anyone wasn't looking at the ground in front of Ayras, at any rate, where blood was dribbling. But it would become all too obvoius as the ruby-haired elf turns, with his mouth and chin drenched in blood. Silvery eyes simply stare, his head tilted so that his gaze is on the sky.

Satoshi strolls into the area, albeit not in the standard of most folk. The feline's pathway is the dangerously thin and crumbling railing that frames this open area of the decrepit castle. Glistening boots manuever with perfect grace across the iced over stone, not a step out of place as the mage stares skyward with arms tucked behind her head--frost-white hair living up to its descriptive name with what appears to be a coating of frost on it. Even the screaming child racing past isn't enough to unsettle the cat's balance or completely interrupt her reverie, the apparition only given a sideways turn of the head and a quiet, "Oh, hush, Half-Face. Enough of th-" Ah. Now the vampire and his not so happy company prove capable of bringing her to a pause. So, he's the source of those bodies she stumbled across earlier... The mage flashes an apologetic smile to Ayras, a hand casually falling to her satchel. "Ah, sorry, monsieur. Don't mind moi, just passing through~."

Drathir lowers his gaze from the sky, eying the feline, his mouth agape just enough for his fangs to be visible. He looks almost crazed standing there, his legs shoulder-width apart, arms cocked and his hands hovering over the pommels of his weapons, the blood still dripping from his chin. But there's something in his eyes, something that marks him as intelligent rather than feral, as a vampire of civilization rather than a ravaging outcast. Those silver irises, they bore straight into Satoshi's blue ones, until after a few moments they drop to her hand. "I would prefer you not tell the local authorities," he tells the feline in those lilting tones that display him as elven almost as much as the pierced, pointed ears that reside on the sides of his head. "I do not wish to add unnecessary bodies to the pile."

Satoshi's shoulders lower marginally once the eye contact is broken, the tension lining the feline's form vanishing along with it. And his words, however serious, only aid in further setting the cat at ease. Her reply is a light laugh at first as the hand upon the satchel lifts to wave dismissively at the vampire before she speaks, "Monsieur, I most certainly do not interact with the authorities. Et a fellow predator can understand the need to hunt, non?" An almost feral smirk creeps onto her face at this and she leans forward with hands planted on her hips. "Besides, you're far from the reach of Frostmaw authorities out here, even if they were the type to care if a human or... nineteen... goes missing." Smirk still in place, the mage nods firmly and straightens back to her prior position to now rock on heels upon the railing.

Drathir winces as the woman notes the number of victims to fall to him this time. It had been far, far too long since he had last fed. How he manages to keep from looking like a corpse is a mystery to even him. But all that aside, the elf stoops, tearing off a bit of the dead man's shirt, using the fabric to wipe the blood from his maw. He strolls over to the balcony's edge, staring out at the distant giant town. "They would care if they knew it was a few of their own I drained a few fortnights ago." He just stands there after that, towering above Satoshi, his six feet and two inches only added to by the thick soles - and heels - of his boots, further diminishing the woman's height next to him. "I would be quite the wanted man if most towns knew of my feeding habits."

Vornir bristles, and speaks louder. "You are trespassing on private property of the Forstmaw Jarl! Get out!"

Satoshi pauses before replying to the elven vampire, tipping her head back to properly look Vornir from head to toe. "Hellfire... What's with all the tall folk today...?" the mage mutters to herself before offering a bow to the giant. "My pardon, monsieur. I wasn't informed the abandoned lands outside Frostmaw's gates were claimed territory once more..." It's a difficult thing to determine if the cat is actually sorry or only tossing a veiled insult, her gentle smile and soft tone only aiding the words' innocent appearance.

Vornir glowers down at Satoshi and Drathir, his blue iron-clad body taut with rage. "There is a sign on the gates leading to this place," he rumbles. "Shall I take you to it? It is in Common, so that all can read it. These lands are sacred, and are claimed once again.:

Drathir turns away from the vantage he had been observing, moving to the corpse of the man with the bloody neck and dropping the blood-drenched bit of cloth over the corpse's face. Satoshi's response to the giant is the only thing that even brings the vampire's attention to the huge man, and the elf brushes his considerable bangs from his face as he looks up at Vornir. "There is a distinct lack of patrols for this being claimed land. Such a pity, as I'm sure you noticed the corpses along the way to this spot. It would seem there is a small hamlet that is now devoid of life." Of course, he leaves out that he's the culprit of such a crime. "If you truly care so much for this place to remain undisturbed, perhaps a perimeter would be advisable?"

Vornir 's lips tighten into a grimace, anger playing across his face. "There are reasons for what is done here in the North, reasons that you are not, and never will be privy to. I ask again that you leave, else you will be declared a criminal. Foreigners that commit crimes are subject to execution. No exceptions."

Vornir vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Satoshi stops mid-bow with a surprised expression, staring at the spot Vornir once occupied. "My, those big fellows can move fast... Guess he had other folk to growl at~?" Straightening as she laughs, the little mage hops down from the railing, snow hardly crunching under her boots. "Suppose I should be wandering back to Vailkrin anyway..." At this she turns to salute Ayras. "Nice to meet you, monsieur hamlet-slayer~."

Drathir grins, a crooked thing, turning back to Satoshi and offering a salute of his own. "Vailkrin, you say?" He chuckles. "You'll see me around, then. And, as such, my name is Ayras Drathir, my lady."

Satoshi said to Drathir, "long as I'm not seeing you with fangs going for my throat, all will be well~." Chuckling again, she turns on her heel to saunter area, but not before calling back, "Oh, et I'm Satoshi. It was a pleasure, Ayras~."