Thread: Precarious Vampiric Encounters ((HaloHeroWolf118 and Miss Alyss))

Belamine was slightly surprised at Edrics quick exit, but lightly shrugged it off as a human trait. She eyed the red jam in the jar that she had been offering Edric and lightly tapped her fingers against the wood table in her room. Lightly shaking her head, she grabbed a simple cowboy hat to protect her face from the sunlight and made her way to the first floor of the apothecary. She locked the door to the shop behind her and quietly made her way to the stables where her horse was kept. It was early, so she didnt pass many as she walked through the streets. Quietly slipping into the large barn she rented a stall from she found her steed waiting for her patiently in his dark stall. She removed her gloves and ran her pale fingers through his ebony fur, lightly nuzzling against his neck and face as she greeted him. The steed snorted in kind, his eyes dully glowing red in the darkness of the stall, butting his head against the woman whom he had carried all across Europe. It didnt take long for Belamine to swing a leather saddle over his back and get it in place, a matching bridle fastened on his head. Due to her short stature, a normal woman would have needed help mounting such a tall steed, but her increased strength made mounting easy. She swung herself across his back and firmly rested her boots into the stirrups, clicking her tongue to have him leave the barn. Her steed obediently made his way out of the barn and past the yard, easily hopping over the fence as she kicked him to a gallop. His steel hooves dug into the dirt of the road, leaving a unique impression from the custom shoes that were nailed to his hooves. Belamine easily stayed atop the steed as he blazed down the street and into the forest, her gentle kicks coaxing him further and further into the forest. It didnt take long for her to realize that she was being followed, the scent of wolves in the air as she rode. Her icy blue eyes flicked across the shadows in the forest as she urged her steed further into the darkness. She loved going at sunrise because the forest was still dark enough to simulate night, but it also made feedings more concealable to random hunters. And this day, it would add additional cover for whatever happened once the wolves caught up with her. Tugging on the reins to guide her mount, Belamine eventually forced him to stop near a large protruding rock at the base of a canyon. With her back to the large cliff that towered over her, she narrowed her eyes as she waited for whatever had followed her to appear. Her fingers lightly reached over a hidden pocket in the saddle, gripping various thin knives that she could throw and even manipulate with shadowy tendrils that she had inherited from her Sire. Eventually Belamines eyes widened as she recognized the scent on the wind, her steed taking on an aggressive stance comparable to a war horses. Pennyworth, she called out in a confident voice. So this is what you mask behind all that whisky cologne you bathe yourself in. She smirked lightly, her white teeth peeking out over the corner of her lip. Belamine wasnt holding back anymore, and her teeth suddenly began to look a little pointier but her eyes remained ice blue, her nails slowly getting longer and sharper. I would strongly advise you to reconsider this course of action, Pennyworth. she called out almost seductively, allowing the sound of her voice to carry out between the trees and into the shadows that the wolves hid in. Didnt your pack master teach you that there are other monsters that go bump in the night? With the shadows creeping around her now, the red eyes of her steed were glowing vermillion, his strong legs stomping at the earth as his hooves cut into the grass easily. Slowly opening her own eyes, her ice blue orbs were even paler than earlier, the pupil a fine slit as she listened to the whispers of the shadows forming around her as she waited for Pennyworths pack to reveal themselves.