An Old Feud (Open)

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

It was nothing but a vast, empty landscape full of just trees and snow. And after that more trees and snow. And more after that. The scale of the place was unimaginable. Even the hardest of hunters had trouble out here. Not an immortal. Crashing through the snow, a large wolf bounded through the trees, its sheer size allowing it to leap further with each step. Ahead was darkness with a single orange trail of colour like a mist in the air, only more like the jet stream behind a passenger jet, darting back and forth between the trees, lingering in the air. Urjasz Volkova was in his prime; the wolf that found himself hunting another immortal. It wasn't often he got to hunt a rare shifter. Today's hit list: Sven The Savage aka a were-bull. Apparently the phrase "a bull in a china shop" was true to this guy. It was the Chinese putting the hit out on him.

Ahead lay a mix of tracks, one moment bull, the next human where the bull could not get through. Leaping over any obstacles, Urjasz could smell Sven up ahead and knew he'd have him in a short while. Such was normal routine for Urjasz. His main employers being based in Russia, Urjasz found himself being jetted back and forth from New York, his preffered current residence. Hunting on Russian soil seemed to be half his job. Sven was just unlucky in the sense the Chinese were paying Russians to get him, which meant Urjasz then got the job. Tearing through the gap between Sven and himself, Urjasz snarled as he lashed out at the bull, tearing flesh from the hind. With a cry of pain the bull shot left and Urjasz was unable to turn as sharply, catching himself as he hit a patch of ice between the giant layers of snow. Gaining some grip he set off in a frenzy of growls.

It was not hard to find out the way Sven went; with the scent still lingering in the air behind him and now the trail of blood that seaped from the bull as he panicked through the forests. However there was now a hazard and problem; snow was beginning to fall heavily, diluting the scent and covering the blood. The speed that the weather changed was not uncommon in Russia and Urjasz found himself cursing it. As the bull came into sight, Urjasz put more power into his sprint and Sven turned to see the wolf upon him once more. Turning sharply, he bowed his head down and aimed his horns at the wolf. With seconds to react, Urjasz turned and skidded past the bull, catching the end of one horn on his side. Realising it was a flesh wound, Urjasz snarled and went straight for Sven's neck. With a hard bite, he tore the flesh from it and backed up, knowing he had finished Sven.

Choking and holding his throat, a now human Sven was trying to convince Urjasz to spare him, flinging his arms around trying to keep his balance as blood leaked from him. Pinning Sven down, Urjasz tore into his stomach, pulling it apart and shaking his head from side to side, completely tearing him part in several shakes. Screams of pain only urged him to continue; he had to make sure he was dead. Picking Sven up, he pulled him in half with his claws, spraying the white snow in red. With a quick slash to Sven's head, he was confident that he'd killed him. However to be sure, he bit the head off and dropped it nearby. A job well done. Sniffing the air, he could smell someone else. They weren't close enough to be able to reveal their species. Glancing at the mess, he knew he should head home but curiousity got the better of him. At a gentle pace he set off towards the new smell.

(Side note for whoever joins, I'm only on Monday-Friday each week, weekends if you're lucky for the next month or so. Should return to being full time mid January)
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[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

Once again she found herself in Russia, but that was no problem for the nearly-ancient vampire. It came with the job, didn’t it? Besides. . . how could you go wrong with a place absolutely covered for miles in frozen water? The element she thrived in.

Dark hair and clothes stood out against the white snow as Xitlalli—known as Ali to most—walked with her eyes closed, arms out from her sides, as if she was embracing the chilling breeze that snaked through the thick forest. Just because she was here on a mission didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy the weather, right? Somewhere around here a wolf was chasing a hit, but she. . . she was there to make sure said wolf didn’t go overboard. He tended to be. . . a little unreserved when it came to his methods, as it had been put.

Though nowhere near as good as a were-creatures senses, Xitalli’s was good enough that she could hear what was going on. She didn’t need to be there, in the middle of the fight. Wolves were notoriously territorial and it wouldn’t be in her best interest to get in his way, even if she was highly confident about her own skills.

She turned her head and dropped her arms, dark eyes slowly opening. That was it. . . the sound of dying. The screams, the tearing, the snarling. She sighed. He really was “unreserved,” wasn’t he? At least out here in the middle of the no-where he couldn’t kill a bunch of other people that were included with the hit. The vampire turned her entire body around and leaned against a tree, glad that the sky was covered with thick clouds: it wouldn’t matter if the sun was out or not.

Xitlalli hardly ever paid attention to what time of the day it was.

“Tch. He’s coming,” she muttered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes. She hadn’t ever had a chance to meet Mr. Volkova—or really, anyone for the most part besides those that gave her her jobs—and running from him would only make him want to chase her more, so waiting was the best bet. It wouldn’t be long now, anyway.

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time doing their own thing. My post also happens to be 377 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; *rolls* Yes. . . I have hijacked this thread as well.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

It wasn't long until he got the scent in his path and he knew that smell anywhere. Vampire. However it wasn't a familiar vampire, even if it had small traces of familiar smells. They weren't that close, however they were fairly stationary. Perhaps the smell of the blood had encouraged them to near the kill? It wasn't uncommon for vampires to show up after a fresh kill to get the blood before it goes rotten. Once more he found himself tearing through the snow. Luckily for him it was not as big a chore as it would be for others; it was well known that wolves love to run for miles. Unfortunately he would be upon this vampire shortly as they were only a mile or so away. Should they remain still, he would have no problem getting to them. He had no interest in hunting it, just curious as to who it was. Besides he knew the snow was too noisy as he stepped in it.

In his new self proclaimed mission to reach the vampire, he found himself tearing past the vampire themselves, a few feet away from them. Swinging around, he stood in the tree line staring at her. She half bad looking and she certainly didn't look local. Far too tanned. South American more than likely, but he was unsure. Some parts of Asia did have similar looks. Making no attempt to attack her, he watched her from the shadows. He knew she knew he was there. The not so subtle run past her would have done the job. It was only then he remembered he was soaked in blood and he could see the trail in the snow from where he had come. Would she go mental for it? Urjasz tended to find that the younger the vampire, the more likely they were to go for it. She showed no fear, immediately convincing Urjasz that she was at least familiar with wolves.

Deciding that there wasn't much point remaining a wolf, he shifted back into his human form. Fortunately for him, his entire human life had been in the cold so he had managed to keep that trait. Especially as he found himself once more in the nude. However, ever the wolf, he did not shy away from her in this state. Wolves had to overcome any fear of public nudity. It just made sense to. Walking out into the light, he neared her, stopping a few feet away so not to get too close. "Well hello there. Fancy bumping into you here. And an hour before dusk? Aren't you the brave little immortal?" Most wolves would call a vampire simply that, but Urjasz was so used to calling them all immortals he called everyone it really. Giving a gentle sniff, he looked at her and studied her once more. "Do I know you? You smell.....familiar. But at the same time, a stranger to my sense. Do we know the same people perhaps?"

Trying to establish who she was, he held his finger up and added "Actually I feel like guessing. I know that smell. Well." Closing his eyes, he sniffed again and held the breath in. "Well you've been near them recently" he began, "but not.....with them. If you get my drift. Ah Afanasii you sly old....I would say dog, but we both know that's not the case." Opening his eyes, he spread his arms out into the air palms up smiling and finished "Am I right or am I right?" Dropping his arms, he pointed to her and added "So who does that make you? His new lap dog? Wait.... South American right? Hahahaha I know you. You're that self proclaimed goddess. Don't get me wrong, I'm not making fun. You've just turned a few heads that's all. Name is Urjasz, you are?"

His ego, oh dear XD

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

It was taking a lot longer than she’d thought it would for him to get to her, but she waited nonetheless, eyes closed and head bowed slightly. Arms crossed over her chest, she just waited patiently for him to arrive.

When he did, he was in his giant wolf form and he just streaked right passed her, as if he wasn’t aware she was standing still or something. Xitlalli just opened her eyes and pushed off the tree to stand straight and on her own, watching him turn around and shift back to his human form. She stood unperturbed by his nude form, eyes planted firmly and confidently on his, remaining eye contact almost constantly.

“Is it an hour before dusk? I hadn’t realized,” she replied simply, casting a bored glance up at the cloudy sky. Well, lucky her.

He asked her who she was, why she seemed familiar, and the vampire opened her mouth to reply, but she promptly snapped it shut when he interrupted her mid-sentence, exclaiming that he wanted to guess. Closing her in what could easily be seen as annoyance, she leaned back against the tree again, arms over her chest and face expressionless. At first glance she could already tell from the amount of blood on him that he was indeed “thorough” when it came to a kill.

Maybe he wasn’t efficient enough to do a clean kill. . . . Well, to each their own.

Poor thing must be hopped up on his own kill. . . can’t stop talking. Maybe he just likes to hear the sound of his own voice, she thought sympathetically, tapping a single finger against her biceps. Though it was a rather impatient gesture, she had all the patience in the world and simply let him finish.

“Afanasii hired me a while ago, yes. I work for his family in return for a few things, money not included. My name is Xitlalli, but most end up just calling me Ali. But I am afraid you are mistaken. . . . My title is not self-proclaimed as few would insist. . . . I have been called a goddess all my life,” she replied simply, pushing off of the tree again and letting her hands fall to her side. “What was the quote I heard. . . . Ah yes. The first person to call you a horse, you punch them in the nose. The second time someone calls you a horse, you call them a jerk. The third time. . . well, you better go buy a saddle.”

She allowed a small smirk to appear on her lips. “I’m simply fulfilling what my people expected of me.”

“Now, you don’t have to introduce yourself to me, Mr. Volkova. I’ve been informed about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, however.” Falling silent for a moment, she glanced him over appraisingly and then let her breath out in a rush. “Everything I’ve been told appears to be true.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time doing their own thing. My post also happens to be 500 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; That's pronounced "shitahli" btw.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

It was true to say that he was very energetic at that moment, although it was perfectly normal. He'd had a good kill, a good run and had come across a new face. What wasn't there to be excited about? Besides the buzz was keeping him warm, which in his current state was a good thing. Unlike the vampires who didn't have to worry so much about the cold, shifters still had some human side of them. It didn't take much to notice that she wasn't bothered by his nudity so at least she wasn't some kind of prude. Urjasz often found it to be vampires who couldn't deal with the nudity thing, even if they used it as a ploy to get prey. During his little guessing game, she had looked rather bored, as if she'd heard it all before. It didn't surprise him that could be the case, even if he didn't know many shifters as confident as him. If a human had to guess, he would more likely be paired with vampires due to his ego.

Whilst she began to talk, he picked up some snow and began rubbing it all over his body, using the melting water to wash the fresh blood from his skin. He had no interest in standing before her wearing what would normally be her meal. Even if she could control her lust, he found it to be rude to taunt her with it. However the thought did hide itself away in the back of his mind for future vampire encounters. Through merely going to clean himself he had discovered another way to bait vampires. The way she pronounced her name was a bit of a mouthful for his European tongue so he decided he would just stick with her Ali suggestion. Glancing up every now and then as he cleaned, she started talking about horses and at first he didn't quite follow but then he recalled hearing something like that in the states. Keeping up to date with all the different slang and phrases from around the world was hard work.

"I've been called a monster all my life but that's not the case. However I won't deny you of your claim, yet I won't endorse it. If you get what I mean. If you want to be a goddess, I've no issue with that. Just use some of those powers to give me some more luck perhaps?" he joked, a smile also upon his face. She wasn't like he had heard at all. To him she came across fairly friendly, all things considered. It was a nice change though as most vampires had a slight snobbish way around shifters. Despite this thought he would never accept the entire vampire race calling themselves gods. It would be taking the piss a fair bit. "You mentioned your people? Am I to assume you were or are some kind of royalty somewhere? Would explain a lot, even if it confuses me slightly as to why you'd work for someone else. I know money and all that is helpful, but royalty don't tend to need it."

She seemed fairly interested in him after she mentioned hearing about him. He felt almost famous that she knew who he was. Secretly he wished it was for his dashing looks, but he knew it was more likely to be with his methods. Which worked perfectly fine. "And what have you been told about me? I'm just a soldier as it were. They give the jobs, I complete them, I get paid. Good system really." Whilst he allowed her time to answer, he suddenly realised he had no idea what powers she had and his thoughts suddenly became very aware of what was being said inside. "Also, out of curiousity, what powers do you have? Besides being bat shit insane to be outside." Even though it was a blunt comment, Urjasz finished by laughing gently in a friendly way. He saw no reason to be afraid of Ali and he was quickly taking a liking to her.

Keep forgetting about the note bit haha think I'll set this post before he went back to America, for future ref

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

“I've been called a monster all my life but that's not the case. However I won't deny you of your claim, yet I won't endorse it. If you get what I mean. If you want to be a goddess, I've no issue with that. Just use some of those powers to give me some more luck perhaps?”

All Xitlalli could do was stare at him, eyebrow cocked, as he started to wipe himself down with snow. Wouldn’t that just make him more cold. . . ? Well, whatever worked for him. “Are you sure that’s the case?” she asked in regards to his comment about being called a monster. “From what I can tell you may possibly be responding subconsciously to such claims in the way of how you deal with your kills. I am sure a man of your caliber could just as easily make a clean kill as a messy one, but you go for the bloody road. Maybe you’ve been struck deep down by the claims. It’s only natural that the more you hear something, the more you start to believe it.”

She was speaking calmly, not trying to be rude or mean. . . she just happened to like to argue and that was the current topic. At least she had been told that he didn’t have a terribly out of control temper, but only time would tell. For some reason she had a knack for upsetting people without meaning to.

“I’m afraid my abilities don’t particularly work in the ways of luck,” she chuckled to herself. “I have a feeling you tend to make your own luck anyway.”

“You mentioned your people? Am I to assume you were or are some kind of royalty somewhere? Would explain a lot, even if it confuses me slightly as to why you'd work for someone else. I know money and all that is helpful, but royalty don't tend to need it.”

The vampire watched him carefully for a moment, and then looked down at the ground, reminiscing for a moment. “I am not royalty. I was born to a commoner, but I was also born what I am. What the people of today call a vampire, but what they called me back then was a goddess. So, perhaps royalty in a way of a physical deity they could worship.” She lifted her head to look at him, meeting his gaze again. “My people were the Aztec empire. They thought me a reincarnation of our river goddess.”

Another smirk appeared on her face and she shook her head. “I don’t take money from the people we work for. I work pro-bono, I think it’s called. In exchange for my services, I get a roof over my head and willing sacrifices for my meals. I never force anyone to be my blood bank, and they seem to be able to find people who are willing to let me feed. They seem. . . almost addicted to it, but in these times I’ll take what I can get.”

Sighing, she continued.

“A few centuries ago I had all the willing sacrifices I could ever want because I was worshiped. I only took what I needed to survive, though. That’s what a good goddess would do. Once my people were conquered the sacrifices dwindled until I could find almost no more. I almost starved to death once until some kind soul offered me their help. They seemed willingly enough to let me feed once I explained the situation. She was rewarded in kind for her charity, of course.”

A fond smile etched across her features and her gaze wandered toward the snow covering the ground. It was a hard time, but at least she’d been able to offer the woman her protection for a while in return for the occasional feeding until she found a new source. Ah, to have the old days back again.

She was snapped out of her nostalgia when the wolf started to talk again. He asked her what she’d heard about him, and she shifted her stance, adopting the apathetic look she normally wore. “I’ve heard mostly about your antics and your methods. I know you’ve been working for this Gorchakov family for some time, that you’re normally stationed in New York but are sent here on occasion, depending on the job. There’s more, but you know yourself better than anyone so anything I say will be redundant.”

One question that surprised her was of her powers. She wasn’t really sure what “bat shit insane” meant, but she guess it just had something to do with her being outside before the sun had full set. Once again she looked up at the sky and wondered if it was really that unheard of for a vampire to be out during this time.

“My powers. . . ?” she trailed off, head tilted toward the sky. She took a breath, then let it out slowly and lifted her arm up at her side and swung it in front of her. The snow around her melted almost instantly and swirled into the air. Swinging her arm in front of her again, the stream of water flattened out and slashed to the side, a mere blur, and then she dropped her arm and the water fell to the ground, the temperature in the air slowly freezing it over again.

“Water,” she said simply before walking passed him and placing her hand against a tree behind him. With a gentle push, the tree slid to the ground, cut all the way through. It landed with a loud boom, snow tossed into the air from the landing. She turned back toward him and gave him a bored look. “There is plenty more that I can do besides this, but now you know why I was worshiped.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time chatting. My post also happens to be 973 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; think he's met his match when it comes to someone who likes to hear themselves talk. XD

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Dropping the now red snow from his hands he looked down and was happy with the job he'd done. Strangely enough he wasn't overly cold anymore and knew he should probably get dressed soon. Either that or shift; the wolf able to take much more than him due to the fur. Despite all his movement he was still listening and talking to her, actually finding some of her responses fairly interesting. For someone that was meant to be a bit out of sync with the world she was doing quite well. Even if he did disagree slightly. "Oh I can do clean kills. Actually they're most of the kills I have to do. But the ones that people remember and bring up as "you remember when..." stories. Far more interesting stories to tell and thus, I'm some mad killer that tears everyone apart. Today was a nice treat; low risk of witnesses and the ability to reward the wolf's good behaviour recently."

Strangely he found himself having something else to answer; he was so used to the quiet little Anastasia talking to him in small shy statements. It was a odd novelty and he found himself taking quite the liking to it. Why was it that it was always him having to keep the conversations going? Her small comment was almost not heard, even if the finishing statement was. "Oh I have to make my own luck. Meeting the vampires was about the closest thing to luck I've had in a very long time. I'm not that old immortal wise, only 178, but it's been a rough little ride. Freelance most of the time, just making ends meet. Damn humans are so materialistic." Chuckling also, he moved a little closer to her so that they were a normal talking distance. They'd only been speaking a few moments but he got a good vibe from her. Most enemies would have an underlying hate.

Soon she proved his point once more by telling her life story and Urjasz found himself listening intently. Every immortal had a life story, just like every prisoner in jail did, but unlike most immortals Urjasz liked hearing them all. It was always interesting to see the world from a different point of view. Aztec? Wow this really was an old school vampire before him. The whole goddess thing was making much more sense now. He wasn't even sure if South America was affected the world wars. "There's always some idiot who wants to be fed off. I can understand in your day; they believed it was a proper ritual as opposed to people who do it for kicks. They see some film where vampires love humans and they think it'll be the same. You ever make love with a human sent to you? I doubt if you have it's as often as you've fed from them."

Yep. He'd found someone who talked more than him. Perhaps she enjoyed telling this story and then would go quiet? He hoped not. Maybe she got quiet in bed. God he hoped not. The thought brought a smile to his face and he fought hard with himself not to chuckle. She seemed on the ball with his facts and he simply nodded along. All fairly basic stuff. His CV would tell her that. His thoughts were definately trailed off when she suddenly went all Storm on him, making the ice and snow become her toys. She even destroyed a tree with the power. When she finished and stated her power, he began to clap loudly. "Very nice. I bet you and Afanasii hit it off well. Two elemental vampires, or gods depending on your views, on the same side. Even if you end up just being like us in the end, that is something that will always kick ass."

Looking about, he was trying to decide how to show his new power off and decided to go for the blunt approach. Lifting his finger to get her attention, he simply said "This power is new and still got to work on it. However, this is why many people don't think I'm a god. But simply a devil." With a blindly white light growing rapidly from his body, he disappeared within the light and reappeared before her in a very familiar form. In front of her simply stood herself. As if she was looking into the mirror. Which wouldn't work so well for her. "Lucky for you I can copy clothes as well. However they're all attached somewhere. They're actually my flesh. Yep, still naked. I would simply do a naked you but I'd have to guess what you look like. I can only do what I've seen or imagined and I prefer to get the perfect image." Shifting back to his normal self, he now had clothes, even if he was still truly naked.

Very Urjasz. I shall make it through these posts XD you have no idea how many times I'm having to rewrite stuff, keep writing words that have no place there lol

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

Xitlalli stared at the man for a second, her expression turning almost disappointed for a moment. Had she really expected better from this wolf? He had already commented on his age, so perhaps her view about him had been slightly premature. Not even two centuries old, yet. . . . Well, it was what it was, she supposed. No need to linger on it. But was that really what this all came down to, or had he just been making a passing comment? She sighed quietly.

“I do not ‘make love’ with my sacrifices. Or very often at all, for that matter. It’s terribly boring and no longer holds the sacred meaning that it once used to. I see no need to let others abuse my body so, and nor do I need to use such methods to get what I want. . . . I think that if you were a vampire you’d find it just as easy to locate a willing enough sacrifice that wants nothing more than the fang,” she put simply, keeping her tone flat, even if her words might have seemed to be worded a little harshly. How long had it been since she’d “made love” with anyone?

In fact. . . .

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a serious look. “How many of the times you have laid with a woman can you honestly call ‘making love?’” she asked, once again trying her hand at playing the devil’s advocate. “How many were just one night flings? How many did you truly love? You cannot ‘make love’ with someone when there are no such feelings present. All other times are sex, and just that. Meaningless flights of fancy that made you feel good for an hour or two.

“Do not get me wrong. . . to each his own. I have no right to tell you to change your life. You’re entitled to free will, and any god would be wrong to deny you of that. I am merely curious, is all,” she added at the end, trying to diffuse any harsh feeling he might feel toward her. Unlike most vampires, she couldn’t read thoughts so she was left guessing like normal people.

The werewolf seemed rather impressed with her powers, but where she should have felt some sense of pride, it had been nothing less than she had expected and merely nodded her head as he spoke.

“Even if you end up just being like us in the end, that is something that will always kick ass,” he finished.

Xitlalli felt confused and she inclined her head slightly. “What do you mean? ‘Being like us in the end’?” she asked. Who was them? What would being like them entail? Mannerisms? Power level? Just being used as a hit man, in a sense?

The man didn’t cease to surprise her. It seemed this was one of those “if you show me yours I’ll show you mine” situations, even though she couldn’t have really cared to know his power in the first place. . . . But with the subject brought up, she grew more inclined to humor his seemingly pathological desire to be seen as mighty—first the display of a bloody and extravagant kill, and now this desire to show off another skill. . . . Xitlali never would have showcased her ability had she not been asked to. . . . Bragging and showing off was beneath her.

But soon enough, standing before her was herself. Or rather, what she could assume from what he was saying was her own visage, as well as the fact that this not-her was wearing the same clothes as her. It was rather interesting, as she had never really gotten a good look at what she looked like except crude paintings and sculptures from her people as gifts. . . . Crude was an understatement, but they had been sweet gestures she had always appreciated nonetheless.

Head cocked and expression highly intrigued, the Aztec vampire stepped forward and reached a hand out to grasp a thick strand of hair—both on her head and on Urjasz—with her hands and compared them. He had almost gotten the texture correct, but he hadn’t yet laid a hand upon her so it only made sense. As if she was seeing something for the first time, all Xitlalli could do was compare his new face to her own, comparing how each part of her face felt, seeing if they were truly in the same place as his mirror image could show. . . .

“This is what I look like. . . ,” she muttered, taking a step back and peering at herself. Well, this is what she looked like with clothes on. She could see most of her body with some ease without a reflection so she didn’t much care what she looked like without clothes on, but besides the paintings and sculptures, she couldn’t see her face. “I know it was not exactly something you had anticipated doing, but I must thank you for doing this. I’ve never truly seen myself but in the images my people made of me during worship. However, your attempt at tricking me into stripping will not work.”

She smirked, clearly teasing him, and then reached out to gently touch a fold in his “shirt” and then hummed with interest, cocking her head to the side. “Yes. . . definitely feels like flesh, not fabric. Intriguing.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time showing off. My post also happens to be 918 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; lol happens to me all the time.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

A smile and chuckle swept across Urjasz's face as she responded to his sex comments. Her tone had caught his attention and the dramatic change of tone towards the end was what brought the smile to his face. "Truly, I can say only a few that I've loved and one or two that I grew to love after. Sure I have regular sex every now and then, but I've no complaints with it. Perhaps I should reword my question for you then? How often do you simply have sex? As we're on the topic, after all." There was a sense of maturity about this vampire yet there was an underlying sense of......simply dirtiness. It was certainly catching his attention and keeping him there. "Oh and you've clearly never slept with a wolf. The passion of our sex surpasses the lame human sex. You should try it some time."

Despite this sense of maturity, he could also sense that perhaps she wasn't as used to his version of immortality as he'd first thought. He was suddenly understanding why Afanasii would approach her. The Gorchakov's had a thing for finding potential and helping the host use it. "Like us. Meaning like the rest of us immortals. Sure there's angels and demons around who could claim to be gods but majority just accept they're another type of immortal. I'm not saying you're not a god I'm just saying that you're very much like the other vampires. That said, I don't know many immortals who are exactly the same as others." Deciding to stop there, he had no intention on insulting her belief, even if he personally knew that it was simply a case of her being a product of her time and culture. However she wasn't demanding worship like most other immortals would and he had no problem with her due to it.

His change into a make shift version of her brought upon unexpected results from Ali and Urjasz was suddenly thrown a little bit. "You're more than welcome. Wasn't exactly what I pictured happening when I changed but if it brought happiness, then I'm happy to have done it. Surely you're seen mirrors and the..... oh wait. I get it. I assume you have never seen yourself in a mirror right? I'm sorry to say that's another vampire trait. However, I'm sure there's a god reason for it too." Still trying not to offend her, he actually found himself asking himself why he was worried about offending her. Was it because she was unusual in an unusual world? Perhaps. She was certainly the type of company that he would try keep. He always enjoyed the company of those who weren't the boring generic immortal.

The touch of her fingers on his flesh shirt was one that made him feel a sudden buzz of happiness. It was the way that she seemed so interested despite originally half rolling her eyes at him showing his ability. With the playful smile placed on top like a cherry, he found himself wanting to know her from here onwards. "Oh who said anything about me trying to trick you?" he teased back, another smirk placing itself on his face. "Why if I wanted to get you to do that I'd simply have to get close to you, touch you softly and then kiss you. And then you'd know the passion of a wolf." Flirting with her was becoming fun very quickly, especially as he didn't expect her to take his offer up. However he got the feeling that she could handle the situation and still come out smiling. It was for that reason he was so relaxed around her.

Sorry about posts being kinda short today, had lots to do and muse is taking a christmas break by the looks of it lol

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

The almost ancient vampire sighed and blinked at the tenacious werewolf before answering in an bored tone. “I don’t have sex. I find it terribly dull and pointless,” she answered simply, seeing no reason to explain further than that. It was fairly to-the-point wasn’t it?

Eh she hadn’t had anyone to talk to about anything other than work recently so she might as well carry on some form of a conversation.

“Whether or not it’s because my partners have been inept at the act or just because I simply don’t like it isn’t entirely known, but I don’t much care to find out either. I figure I have better things to do than to roll around in a bed with some man I won’t see the next day when I don’t even enjoy myself. Plenty of people have bragged to me about how amazing they are. . . all just empty promises.” Though it was a shot at him, she hoped he wouldn’t take it a challenge. She hated disciplining people. Xitlalli paused for a second, looking almost curious. “I actually can’t remember the last time I had ‘fun’ doing anything at all.”

It was true. The last time she remembered doing anything “fun” was when she was with her people. They were all gone now, though, and perhaps it had taken more of a toll on her than she led on. Believing yourself to be this all-powerful demi-goddess but unable to save your people, the ones who cried out for you and begged the gods for help. . . help that never came. . . .

That had hurt worse than any blow she would ever take.

The smallest of smirks twitched onto her lips and she looked down for a second. So willing to accommodate for the way she believed. For a while now she’d been used to being called a vampire, to others just scoffing at her claims of godliness. . . . But this one just played along. “Yes. . . perhaps it was to keep myself from getting even more egotistical,” she mused in good humor, not wanting to bore the poor wolf with her fanatical beliefs.

And then the flirting began. Now she regretted saying anything about her clothes.

Xitlalli lifted her hand and couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at the wolf—a pretty human gesture she had picked up over the years. “Please do not waste the energy. I’m not as easy as the mortals you’re used to coercing beneath the sheets.” The vampire eyed the mirror image of herself and raised her eyebrows incredulously. “Especially not while wearing me as a visage.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time shooting the breeze. My post also happens to be 442 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; GUH SHORT POST.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

The tone of the conversation was suddenly not as friendly as Urjasz had originally read it to be. Even with the tip toe around her belief he had somehow hit some kind of nerve. Quite the surprise, he found himself quiet as she spoke, if not out of shock simply then trying to think of some valid response to what she was saying. Yet he maintained his cocky image as he knew that if he stood any chance at all he would have to keep up the flirting. She mentioned not yet experiencing a decent session and he knew that she was in a way baiting him to take her up on it. Whether she intended to he was unsure, but the bait was certainly set. And he wasn't one to turn bait down. "Even if I might not be the one to correct your impression of sex, it is most surprising that you could not have found one good person in all your time. I would have no issues with at least trying to sway your thoughts on the matter. Perhaps you have some kind of fetish, something which you need to have happening to enjoy it."

There was the mentioning of his image and giving a quick nod, he shifted into his original form, clothes once more pretending to be where they were not. His pretend vision of his own body lacked the blood from the kill before, even if it still remained. "You say you don't know when the last time you had fun was. I don't think that was the right question. The right question is not when did you last have fun, but simply when was the last time you had someone to share the fun with. We all need that one person to share it with. Going from person to person is nowhere near as fun as many mortals would let you believe. When you have eternity, the numbers add up fast with that kind of lifestyle." Within his words were his own feelings, knowing that he truly longed for that person himself. It was strange that he was telling an older immortal all this but for him it was something quite personal and he had a sense of knowledge about it. "I'm a pack animal. I need a pack to survive really."

There was a sense of remorse and lonliness in his final statement, worthy of a shrug yet he remained still. The smiles were now gone and he found himself trying to once again understand this immortal. Despite the age there was a lot of fledgling traits within her. Even with her own final statement of his powers of seduction, he still found reasons to throw back at her. "Alas it is not the mortals who I go for. An immortal can truly allow their passion to be unleashed. Any mortal would simply end up a meal if it came to it. Lust and anger are a very similar emotion for a wolf. Without the passion, it is simply anger. The difference between the two is so fine. My powers of seduction can't even be classed as powers yet I have the confidence to at least try. That's what men have to do. A woman like yourself, attractive and powerful, you can have whoever you want should you choose to have someone. I will always have to work for my nights until I find someone to settle with."

She'll cave, they always do and sorry if posts get shorter from here onwards, when it was one post a day I wanted to right for longer lol

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

Ali furrowed her brow in confusion and tilted her head slightly to the side. What was he going on about now. . . ? “I know not this word. . . . Fetish. But if I understand the context correctly, I have no such thing. I’m afraid to inform you that there isn’t anything I enjoy about sex, really. Nothing that interests me, nothing that makes me want it. . . . Not that I should be procreating with lesser beings, anyway. Ah. . . no offense intended,” she added graciously, looking a little chagrined at letting it slip.

Not one to be rude, she hoped she could make it up to him by listening to him at least, even if what he said wasn’t going to sway the way she thought or the way things just happened to work out for her in the end. . . . If it made him feel better, then who was she to take that away from him? “Well. . . I understand what you’re saying but unfortunately I am not a pack animal like yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever really done anything with anyone that a person might call ‘fun.’ I appreciate the notion. . . perhaps I’ve spent too much time alone to really be saved, though. It’s my fate, though, the only one of my kind. . . my people gone along with all beliefs that they once held.”

She sounded sadder and sadder as she continued to speak.

“Oh—I apologize. I refer to all creatures as mortals. Vampires and werewolves are susceptible to death as humans and animals are,” she explained as gently as she could, not wanting to upset the man. She left out the part about being a demi-god and probably being the only immortal. . . figuring that would be a bit too much for him to handle and he might take that the wrong way. “And I’m afraid your ‘powers of seduction’ are highly unlikely to work. However, I suppose if you ever do something worth a reward if that’s what you want I can provide. Those have been the only real times I’ve had intercourse. . . to reward good deeds.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time shooting the breeze. My post also happens to be 369 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; GUH SHORT POST.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

Her tone had certainly changed and he was finding it slightly harder to remain as friendly. He had no interest in telling her that her view on the world was wrong yet she somehow compelled him to feel such a feeling. There was a few moments of accidental snobbery and despite her clearly trying not to use such terms, he could not help but feel some kind of pity for her. Had she been a nasty piece of work he'd have had no issue with bringing her reality crashing down around her. "Immortality - a fate worse than death. Isn't that the saying? Forever watching those you love come and go. I will not dispute your claim to your rank in life but I will not pretend not to hear the tone within your voice. You bleed like the rest of us. I've heard millions lay forth the claim you make and they all bleed. Unlike the rest though, you've had the humans as enemies for your lifespan. I think you'll find this new world far more interesting than you ever imagined."

Although his words were now slightly cold, he was not making a threat towards her and he remained still as he spoke to encourage the image of this. He knew that she was just a product of her time and location. If you spend long enough being told that you are something then one day you will believe that it is the truth. "Your people have come and gone. I come from a once great nation. Times change. So do we. You don't always have to be alone. I'm not saying you have to come with me to change yourself. Even if you go out once or twice for a drink with the world you may find yourself enjoying yourself. Find something you enjoy and go from there. Go ahead and maintain your belief of your status, but adapt to the world and do well for yourself. Even working with the Gorchakov's is a step forward. Even if you see them as lesser beings, they are far more feared than yourself. To many, they have earned the rank of gods."

Deciding to lighten the mood slightly he changed his tone to slightly more energetic as he replied to her final words. Relaxing his body, he seemed more casual instantly and he had a smile as he spoke. "Ah well I can't really call it a power per say. Just lucky I'd say. And as for your steamy sessions, if you're only rewarding people then no you wouldn't enjoy it. I can understand completely now why you wouldn't. You don't have sex because you have to. You do it because you want to. Naturally I'm already thinking of ways to get rewarded, but it wouldn't be the same. I'm not one of these creeps that likes it when the girl isn't interested. Do not take offense but I see somewhat of a virgin in you. You know what to do but not how to enjoy it. Fuck it, buy yourself a dildo or something. Treat yourself. Get it right and you'll love it." Despite sounding like a lesser being, he knew he held a valid point and hoped it would be picked up by the unusual vampire.

Yay a post

[Xitlalli]

here comes the rain again falling

drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my

Bleeding. Xitlalli furrowed her brow in thought and looked down at the ground in thought. She hadn’t ever thought about it. When was the last time she’d bled? Had a wound? She decided not to speak up, lest it be a challenge to the man, so she merely bowed her head in penance and said “I apologize for insulting you. I did not mean to and I will refrain from making harmful comments in the future,” she said politely. The last thing she needed was to make people mad at her and want to hunt her down. Life was hard enough already.

But she didn’t bleed. It was an involuntary response with her powers. Her body needed her blood inside, her blood was almost 80 percent water, so it wasn’t hard for her to keep it in. It wasn’t actually very healthy as it literally stopped the blood from flowing. She was half human, so it was a necessary process and it put her at serious risk each time it happened, at least until her natural ability to heal quickly kicked in. A serious wound that wouldn’t heal quick enough could do her in, even if it would have been find would her body just let her bleed.

His next speech confused her. It was written all over her face. How could she make him see. . . ? Anything she said would just sound stupid and annoy him, probably. This was why she tried not to tell everyone what she believed to be true. . . . She just sighed and decided to placate him. It was the best course of action in any case. Win-win, almost.

“Perhaps I will give it a try, Mr. Volkova,” she relented. She wouldn’t even know where to begin. Everything she did she did because she felt she had to. Because she was expected to and because it was her job. Not because it was fun.

The Aztec vampire looked up at her werewolf guest and looked even more confused than she had a moment ago. “A. . . what?” she asked, sounding incredulous. He’d had her all the way up to the thing about the dildo and now she was stuck on that and couldn’t think of anything else. She looked at the context of the conversation and got a better idea of what he could mean, and she just shook her head. “Living creatures have sex to procreate, I don’t need to procreate and I don’t even think I am capable of being with child. My drive would be lower than most others.”

my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Urjasz! Them and Xitlalli are hanging out in a Russian forest and having a grand old time shooting the breeze. My post also happens to be 432 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Sorry this took so long to get out.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world

For Urjasz, this was getting to be as interesting as talking to a brick wall. And even then he imagined he'd get some kind of clearer response. With no intention of disliking her anymore than was needed, as he may need to work with her in the future. He could imagine many more of these fun conversations. It had taken a little while but he was starting to understand why people didn't get on with her. And now he wasn't even caring if she read minds or not. She may have had some special god like powers but she certainly wasn't one for making small talk. In a way he felt pity for her; it must have been terrible to go through all those years believing you're a god yet being so alone. Urjasz had been alone most of his life, but that had always been his choice. He could understand why she had ended up the way she was, but it didn't mean he had to be around to give her friendly cuddles. Why should he be the one who spends enternity sorting her mess out?

Still bitter from her earlier comments, he coldly, but politely replied "No offence taken. Sometimes just have to make sure that there's no misunderstandings, that's all." Any idea of her being a conquest was long gone and even though she'd seeked him out, he was starting to see insult in her reason why. Here he was, the family's top assassin, doing his job and suddenly a self proclaimed god shows up and tells him she heard his methods were messy. Wiping the thought from his mind before it consumed him like a disease, he began to try think of ways to get out of there. Her distain for his comments was still evident in her last comments and he was growing weary of such snobbery. It really felt like she was looking down upon him, even though he'd tried to show every ounch of respect for a belief he thought was bullshit. "Fine. No sex for you. Your loss really. Should find some kind of hobby though. Can't be moping around the world forever."

His comments were a strong change of tone and he knew he had to leave before he said something that'd affect any future working conditions. "Anyhow, I really must be getting on. Plane to catch to New York. It was nice meeting you and no doubt we shall meet again. Until then." And with that, he was gone. The man that was stood before her was now a wolf and this wolf was well on its way through the snow. If anything he'd been most surprised by her lack of enthusiasm with anything he said to her, at most giving a half interested look at his new found power. And even that she'd somehow managed to insult! He knew he needed to stop such thoughts but it was something that annoyed him. She'd come to find him and then she acted like she didn't care. It was damn right strange and he wasn't fond of it at all! He was starting to feel disgusted with himself for trying it on as well. If only he'd felt that way before meeting her.

I'll leave the end open so you can decide whether to continue