Author Topic:  peppermint winter — open  (Read 511 times)


peppermint winter — open
« on: December 05, 2020, 09:48:55 AM »
In a land surrounded by towering cliffs of stone, Brendan has never pondered if danger lurks out there—who would be able to get into Astera to do harm, anyways? The mountains bow to no one, regal despite centuries of wear and tear. The citizens are even more so: not once has the prince heard of a...disturbance, one may call it.

Oh, how foolish he is.

Flipping the ragged hood over his head, Brendan tiptoes through the town, eyes whipping back and forth. Civilians remain unaware of his presence; they all chatter amongst themselves, paying the local shopkeepers their dues and going about their days. Tugging on his brown cloak, Brendan straightens himself. This is the first time in what feels like decades he has step foot on the castle and, better yet, on his own!

He sucks in a deep breath, his brain wandering. His guards are possibly freaking out right about now. Maybe one knocked on his door, textbook in hand for even more studies, but with no answer will they creak open the door to reveal an empty office. Horses may be saddled right about now, for all he knows.

But no matter. The prince has heard rumors of a farmer selling special grains of chicken feed, much against the staff's beliefs; if sneaking out of the castle means getting his chicken's the best food, then so be it. Carefully, he rips his eyes off the road ahead, dragging the pouch out of his pocket, and—

With a loud thud!, his rear lands into a bank of snow, snowflakes fluttering everywhere as the pouch spills open and leaks out gold shillings. Not noticing the person he bumped into, Brendan scrambles to gather his stuff, his face burning as red as a tomato.

( this isn't that great but hey it's smth
feel free to have your character be the one he bumped into )

Re: peppermint winter — open
« Reply #1 on: December 05, 2020, 12:44:30 PM »
newborn. that's what older leeches called him. with their pale cold skin, and their odd heartbeats they could stop at any moment, because them being alive and any appearance of it could be changed. despite all the magics in this world, vampires still seemed to be myths. they hid themselves well, in plain sight of others and oh he wish he'd known that. just weeks ago, he too was normal, and now he wasn't. now, he fed off blood. his alcohol tolerance had been higher. he supposed the only thing good about this curse, was the fact that he couldn't die from alcohol poisoning. he might have been young, way too young to get ahold of alcohol in the first place, but after living a life as an orphan, (though even that was questionable since he knew his parents weren't dead. they just left him. his entire family did) flynn learned how to steal to take care of himself, and drinking alcohol was his coping mechanism, though it wasn't a good one.

his gaze had gone crimson. he was so hungry. he wished this curse was not his. but he couldn't get rid of it. he tried. he tried for so long, but now he was finally succumbing to his hunger. had it not been for the red hood on his head, the teen would have been seen. he was trying to find something, anything to eat. anything he could eat that didn't make him sick. anything that wasn't blood. he stopped abruptly, and he guessed what happened next was his fault. he hadn't meant to, but his senses were way too overwhelmed. it was too much. all the scents, in preparation for the festival of the moons, were just too much for the newly turned vampire. so, he fell to the ground, a grunt leaving his tongue. he wasn't even mad about it. stuff like this happened so often, it was hilarious.

with a small laugh, flynn helped the other pick up his things, offering his hands out to give them back. yes, he was a thief but he didn't cause this accident for the purpose of stealing. hell, he didn't cause it at all. "oh, i'm so sorry! that was my fault! i wasn't paying any attention." as his hood fell off, his eyes reverted back to their natural golden color, a smile on his face, which he quickly adjusted to hide his teeth. he didn't know how to hide them. it wasn't like the guy that did this to him was exactly keen on helping him, either. worst part was, even after the one night stand, and the hell that followed with becoming a vampire, he never got to steal from him. what a bummer.