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deercountry2022-09-20 06:06 pm
distant_one) wrote in deercountry2022-09-20 06:06 pm
September Catch All
Who: D, his Left Hand, and anyone
What: September Catch All for D
When: Throughout September
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: Blood and gore, purposely slow death
Knowledge Is Power [open]
Learning something sounded easy. Even after finding out what it was he was supposed to learn, it wasn't truly that arduous a task. Simply one D didn't want to engage in. Many lesser prizes would have simply been abandoned as there was little enough that D actually needed. But this was something with a benefit that was hard to duplicate and hard to quantify.
'Knowing' someone was a bit subjective. D would just have to pick someone a lot more open and outgoing than himself.
The Great Hunt(er) [open]
D could easily be found visiting areas where the Bugge had died or been sighted during the day. His nights were otherwise occupied, but during the day he had time to investigate. When he wasn't stalking its trail or trying to lure it into a preferable area he could be found taking samples of soil, freshly spilled blood, or pieces of plants near where it had been killed.
When it came time to kill it, D deviated from his usual method of a quick painless kill. Shallow slashes as part of a running battle let blood spray everywhere except onto D himself. Only when the Bugge began to slow or its roars turned from anger to pain did he go in for the kill
Wildcard
What: September Catch All for D
When: Throughout September
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: Blood and gore, purposely slow death
Knowledge Is Power [open]
Learning something sounded easy. Even after finding out what it was he was supposed to learn, it wasn't truly that arduous a task. Simply one D didn't want to engage in. Many lesser prizes would have simply been abandoned as there was little enough that D actually needed. But this was something with a benefit that was hard to duplicate and hard to quantify.
'Knowing' someone was a bit subjective. D would just have to pick someone a lot more open and outgoing than himself.
The Great Hunt(er) [open]
D could easily be found visiting areas where the Bugge had died or been sighted during the day. His nights were otherwise occupied, but during the day he had time to investigate. When he wasn't stalking its trail or trying to lure it into a preferable area he could be found taking samples of soil, freshly spilled blood, or pieces of plants near where it had been killed.
When it came time to kill it, D deviated from his usual method of a quick painless kill. Shallow slashes as part of a running battle let blood spray everywhere except onto D himself. Only when the Bugge began to slow or its roars turned from anger to pain did he go in for the kill
Wildcard
Vampire Resort [closed for Sharon]
What should have been decrepit mansions were instead in perfect condition and thriving with life. Instead of mid morning, it was night, with a moon overhead and a sky lit up with the frequent light of sub-atmospheric and orbital transports.
D was also not dressed as he had remembered, instead of his usual coat was a heavy cape with an elaborate mantle, clothes much finer and more luxurious than anything he'd worn in a very long time. The only thing familiar was the weight of the sword on his back and the blue pendant around his neck.
There was also a familiar presence. Just in front of D and to his left, a figure with taller wilder hair and a furious aura. Only a couple inches taller than D but built more broadly and in a heavier cape. It's summer, but the air is cold enough that D's breath is fogging in the air and all the plants around them have wilted and died.
But not from D's anger, but from his.
Even the several dozen vampires arrayed across from them seem frozen in fear of him. Except for the one standing at the front of them, who is snarling in defiance.
"If you won't obey, then I'll bury even your memory." He is saying with a voice so very similar to D's. If D sometimes speaks with the voice of the night itself, then his is the cold darkness and endless void of space.
The ground rumbles, and with a gesture of his hand the largest structure in view, a huge castle of a mansion and everything within a mile wide circle simply drops. As if someone had carved a circle in the earth and allowed everything to fall into it.
That moment breaks the stillness. He and his Noble foe are suddenly clashing, and most of the rest are scattered. In the space between one moment and the next D had grabbed Sharon with his left arm to sling her over his shoulder and flee across shaking ground, away from the sea.
Five of the Nobility are in pursuit.
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She shifts back a half step as something in the air shifts. When the man speaks, it almost sounds like D. He speaks like D. It's impossible not to see the similarities between the two. But she doesn't have the time to catch them all. He speaks and his voice makes her heart flutter with fear; drains her of her boldness; makes her want to uncharacteristically shy away.
And then it's as if the world is falling apart. The ground begins to shake and rumble and a building crumbles and D sweeps her up. He tosses her over his shoulder like she weighs absolutely nothing and she lets out a tiny, choking cry that gets cut off in her throat.
"What the fuck what the fuck——D, what the fuck," her words become shrill the more she repeats them. Her mind is racing and she can see them, the Nobility. Vampires. She feels an instinctive terror and clings to D; she doesn't try to pull away, doesn't try to get a better look at the surroundings, and just lets herself be carried away. She wants to do something, anything, to help but feels ultimately helpless to the the flow of this memory.
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"Their pets will be here soon. Set anything you can on fire." D has to raise his voice to be sure he's heard over everything.
The greenery that's around isn't dense, and the humid air means it won't burn easily, but they don't have a ton of options in the moment. D can hear the large paws and breathing of the children of night.
The air is split with what sounds like repeated concussive bursts from the direction they fled, sounds felt more than heard.
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But then it spreads. It grows. It shifts and takes shape in the air behind them. Every tiny spark in the air stretches out, thin, lengthy, and glowing white hot; a hundred thin glowing ropes line the stretch of space behind them like a fucked up fence. One of the vampires is foolish enough to try and barrel through. At first, they just tangle around the limbs and the torso like any other rope but then they tighten; they wrap them up and tighten. And tighten. Their clothes begin to smoke as the wires continue to tighten.
At the same time, she continues igniting spots in the air behind them, creating more wires. She pushes heat and fires out and it makes her heart pound with the effort. She tries to throw some of them back with telekinesis. She does whatever she can to create more distance between them.