Thread: He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

the night was so free, it was everything that a man like him loved and adored. it had been a very long time since Ezequiel Darkraven had felt the desire to leave his ancient home. but tonight seamed like such a perfect night for it. the full moon, the smell of free, fresh air. normally the dark haired, red eyed, pale skinned man stayed hidden in his self imposed seclusion. he had lived such a long life that a few hundred years of not seeing, speaking to, or listening to other... people, seamed like a nice little vacation. it was more than that, he knew, but lying to oneself was just as bad a habit as another and at least he wasn't chewing on his fingernails or picking his nose. disgusting human habits. he paused as he heard a faint sound on the wind, a howl... a werewolf, he could smell them now, their acrid stench an insult to his nose. he bared his fangs, being a vampire he simply couldn't let the scourge of werewolves attack something. he sighed and checked his side for his weapons, calmly pulling on his 'Dragon Claws' an old weapons far unused that covered his hand and arm up to the elbow like a glove. and with that he gripped his faithful sword in the other hand and rushed off into the night to find out what poor soul was going to have to be killed tonight because of werewolf bites. he should have known he would be too late, not that he minded too much, there where plenty of humans there. it was easy enough to decapitate a few of the werewolves who had dared attack such an innocent place, but a good portion of them got away, he'd hunt them down later, he had to make sure the infected inside the collapsed house where dead. the two adults where most certainly, they'd been completely torn apart and where half eaten... the third however... a young boy, pale and blond... and still alive. Ezequiel carefully tossed the rubble off of him and checked his breathing and pulse with calm, gentle fingers. it only took a few deep sniffs to ensure that the boy had not been bitten or scratched by the foul beasts. this was one life that could be saved at least, though Ezequiel did wonder why he was bothering so much. he normally didn't, maybe he was lonely? that seamed likely. instead of wondering about himself too much, introspection never ended well, he studied the boy in front of him. he was handsome, that was for sure, very handsome, almost pretty. with a few careful examinations, he decided the boy's back wasn't broken, nor his neck and with that decided he picked the lad up just as sirens started up in the distance. time to leave. when Alex finally woke up, it was to a completely strange room, one that most people would never see in this day and age. there where torches on the walls, and ancient tapestries that where only just starting to fray at the edges. he was laying in a massive canopy bed, with thick curtains that where pulled around him, leaving him in a pleasant darkness for him to sleep in. his wounds had mostly been healed, though he would be very sore yet from pulled muscles and once broken bones. once he pulled back the curtains, he would see bright sunlight pouring in through the open windows, not that there where any glass panes to them, instead they would be pulled shut by wooden shutters. everything was made of stone and wood, as if he was in a medieval castle. there was a thick rug covering most of the floor, saving his feet from the cold stone should he decide he needed to get up. everything was in rich soothing colors and frankly, it would probobly be the nicest room he'd ever been in. it was larger than some people's houses. there was even a living room area, no TV or electronics but there was a massive fireplace, which kept the place warm. and there was a massive bookshelf stuffed with all kinds of titles, classics and newer adventures. there was a bathing room off tot he side, and one could be so fortunate to realize that there was, in fact, proper plumbing and lots of hot water. just after he'd woken up, and possibly explored his strange surroundings a little bit the far door opened and Ezequiel carefully stepped inside, balancing a tray on his free hand, a tray that smelled wonderfully like stew and bread. ah, your awake, good morning. Ezequiel stated calmly as he moved over to the bed, gently settling the tray on the bed. i wasn't sure how well you would be feeling this morning, so i brought you some gentler foods. beef stew, some fresh bread, a little bit of soft fruit... oh, i am Ezequiel Darkraven by the way, and this is my home Ravenwood... it's a family thing. he admitted with a brief, uncertain smile. i found you last night with a house collapsed on top of you, your lucky to be alive. he paused and then grimaced as he realized that probobly wasn't the best thing to say. i'm sorry, i don't get the chance to talk to many people. it's a pretty reclusive place here. he admitted. please, eat, you won't recover your strength just sitting there gaping at me.