Thread: Hel Bound- Moon/Lady

It was a dull day, the sky was clouded and overcast and it was constantly drizzling making the air cold and humid. Any colder and that misty drizzle would have been sleet, so there was at least that little bit of luck. A lone figure was moving through the miserable weather, the little village people where all safely entombed in their houses of metal and concrete... though if he was being honest with himself calling them 'village people' probably wasn't going to score him any points if he ever decided to make his way into their dull smelly lives. He was a respected figure for all of the people in his territory, everyone knew who Mylakka was, the Lord of their Lands, even if most of them thought that they shouldn't need a 'lord' in the twenty first century. Then something would happen, some great disaster and they'd crawl to him, ever so grateful that he was there to make things better. He was a very strange person though, like he simply didn't belong in their time and place. Everyone whispered about the strange man with his long hair and yellowish eyes and peculiar habit of dressing in leather as if he was about to go out and do something bloody and dangerous. He looked like a warrior who simply had nothing to do most of the time, but how could any of them realize that he was one of the first Vikings to have ever set sail? He had been alive when the Norse Gods, Thor, Loki, Hel and Oden, forged the Viking Lands and created the Great tree Yggdrasil. Mylakka could still see the wonder and amazement as he looked upon the earth from the branches of Yggdrasil. But Mylakka had long since abandoned the gods, as they had abandoned him, and he no longer wished to thing of the beauty of Asgard and Yggdrasil. Besides, he was out in that miserable weather for a reason, and he intended to find the source of his frustration immediately. It was a scent, of course. The scent of blood but not just any blood. This blood was sweet, deliciously so, as if the person bleeding was made of candy and ice-cream. Mylakka wanted whoever was making that sweet smell. As he rarely took human's into his castle, no one would mind too much. They all knew he was a vampire, but none of the human's in his territory could ever have guessed just how old and powerful he really was. He paused and sniffed at the air as the wind shifted and he turned to look upon the human he had stumbled across. A woman, a beautiful woman was laying broken in the mud. For a moment he feared she was dead, and that he would never get to taste her sweetness, but the steady rise and fall of her chest assured him that she was indeed breathing. He carefully scooped her up into his arms and took her to his home where he carefully bathed her and washed her wounds. He cared little for her nudity, what did he care for the nakedness of a body? Yes she was very attractive, but vikings, and the other cultures he had lived in had a habit of wandering around naked. So nudity was simply common to him. He laid her in the bed and bandaged her damages and then left her there to rest in the room of black and white silk. It was a very rich looking room, and he was certain her shock would give him all the warning he needed of her waking to a place she had no knowledge of. She would be his Blood Slave, but he was a kind master, and she would be treated as a queen, and given anything she desired. He could even arrange to have her family come and visit her anytime she wanted. If she proved trustworthy he would even let her wander around as she leased, so long as she came back when he called to her. He would have to wait and see how she adjusted to her new place in his life, he certainly wasn't about to just let her go after all.