Knock, Knock || Ciard

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Glacier stood still, his gaze fixated on the rediculously extravagant building before him. His eyelids dropped, partially concealing icy blue optics. His head lolled to the side in a gesture of boredom. His subconscious produced images of a large victorian-esque masion in a color scheme of pearl white and deep navy blue, a garden of roses lining the courtyard in the back, a well with a marble statues nestled deep within and concealed by a patch of trees. The front yard was large with more trees and some statues. Servants occupied the many rooms and everything was lavish and romantically designed. He heaved a heavy sigh, studying every inch of this mansion. He was not on Corvus lands, he knew that much. What he didn't know, was what land he trespassed into. He hadn't strayed too far from his clan before, but he had suffered a fit of cabin fever and curiosity.

He placed a hand on his hip, cocking it out, leaning his weight on his right foot. He quirked a thin, ebony eyebrow in slight amusement. "Really?" He mused, letting out a low, amused chuckle. The mansion in his memories was much more luxurious than this eye sore. He had noticed upon arriving in this land the distinct undertone of purple haze. The mansion didn't lack this factor, it only amplified it. He began to wonder if this clan was run by a woman. The mere thought brought a sly smirk to his pale lips. A clam breeze passed over, pushing his long, ebony fringe away, revealing both, striking blue optics. He looked away from the mansion for a moment, scanning the courtyard. This all felt familiar and comforting to him. He couldn't place exactly why, but he knew somewhere in his past he might have been royalty.

He shrugged off the thought and made his way toward the building. The shades of purple were starting to irritate him, but not as much as the curiosity. He walked up the few steps to the front door and stood in front of it. he contemplated knocking, but brushed it away. He turned his back to the door and stepped off into the yard again. His mind was a blur with curiosity. A slight tinge of adrenaline shot up each and every vertebrae. What if this was one of the rival lands? Well there was no doubt in his mind that there was such a thing as allies to the Corvus. He didn't need allies, he only wanted action and attention. He turned his head to glance at the door over his shoulder. He studied the door, taking in each and every detail. A small hum reverberated from his throat as he thought it over, his curiosity piqued. He didn't feel like being formal or polite. Glacier never was polite, even in his human life. This is why he joined the Corvus, they were ruthless and violent...just like him.

His thoughts trailed to his leader for a moment. What would he think. He smirked at himself, wondering why he suddenly worried about it. Deep down he held a slight feeling of fear and reverance toward the Corvus leader. Not many things phased Glacier, but his leader's very presense unnerved him. He shook his head, ridding himself of such rediculous thoughts and feelings. He then carefully crossed his arms over his broad chest. He turned his gaze to one of the upper windows, assuming it was where the leader's room was located. He kept the smirk on his lips and tilts his chin up, slightly. "Hey you!" he called, probably to know one, but he felt like being a nuissance. He waited for a moment, then glanced over the mansion again. "Looks like a damn woman's house." He murmured, loudly. He shook his head and wandered over to the door again.

He casually leaned against the house beside the front door, waiting. He only moved to knock loudly on the door and then relaxed, waiting to see if anyone answered. His smirk grew, wondering how they'd react. He felt like starting a fight, like always. He was known for pushing limits and being extremely obnoxious. Why not try and throw his weight around elsewhere since his leader was currently preoccupied and wouldn't care if he happend to wander off. If he was needed, they were send for him. For now he would just enjoy himself.

word count;; 732
tag;; Ciard

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[~;;Vampires Kiss;;~]

The day had started off simply enough. Well, night rather, since a creature like myself couldn't be exposed to daylight. By right, it was my only flaw, and I breezed through the corridors of my home easily, noting easily how the humans I kept as servants avoided me, shifting out of my way, ducking into other rooms. Silly beings. I hadn't harmed any of them, not yet anyways. I very well could, but I'd found no real need to. Never the less, it amused me, by right it should. I knew why they avoided me. I was their master, I kept them safe and fed them, but I'd heard the whispers on just how "odd" or "strange" I was. I blamed part of it on my eyes, different colored. One was an ice blue, the other a deep brown, usually it deterred people from me, or drew them in. It all depend on how much of a freak they were, and what kind. Never the less, I was easily amused by their nonsense talk, and kept moving as the moonlight shimmered in through the vast windows of my mansion. I had things to attend to tonight, not time to dally on silly little beings and what they thought. They served me none the less, so I wasn't particularly worried about it. I breezed out one of the back doors of my home, rushing past the cool open pool, heading towards the dense forest that surrounded my home, where my night life would begin. I grinned, feeling the dark shroud of the forest veil me completly, hiding my height which was no easy feat.
I made my way, winding and twisting, inhaling scents all around, picking up on who had dared enter my land so closely, what little critter had made a meal or mess, which ones still dwelled. I smiled despite myself, heaving a heavy breath, picking up on a new scent. Why, hello there. Fancy running into you here. I stopped calmly, eyes rolling open as I took it in again. A boy, vampire no doubt. On my lands? Impossible. He didn't smell like me, or any other clans I knew about. Huh, odd, I'd have to find him then. I kept moving easily through the woods, winding along the dark path silently, heading softly towards the smell. Such a strange aspect, but it seemed the wind blew in my favor tonight. It was of course, incredibly faint, I could have very well been wrong about any of my minds statements, but I trusted my instincts enough. The scent became a bit stronger, and I kept a calm easy pace. I was in no rush, the least this being could do would be to offer up my sister, but doubtful he'd even know who she was. Better yet, she'd probably changed her name several times, so I had no idea what she went by now. Victoria, we'd been close as children, before she'd become dramatic and selfish. Well, the end result of that little tragedy left me standing where I was now, not that I particularly minded. She'd given me life, but I still had to end hers. I paused at the end of my trek, noting it had brought me to the front of my home. Where, low and behold, a young boy stood. Well, he wasn't young persay, but he looked youthful, turned early perhaps? If turned at all. I smiled a bit, deciding to linger in the shadows for now, see what it was he'd do.
Of course, he was rather fine, long dark hair running down his neck, ice blue eyes set in a long skull. He wasn't half bad. I merely chuckled in my silence, edging closer as he yelled up to one of my windows. I merely snickered, rather dumb no? Coming onto my land so brazenly and pratically daring me to come out. Of course, by now I'd decided to make my enterance, moving swiftly across my dark lawn, heading towards the side where I could ease up the steps without being noticed. Ah, silence. For someone with my height, it'd be rather unexpected, but more or less I liked it. Looks like a damn woman's house. I heard him murmur, even from a distance, and I shot a glance up at it, a smirk that could have been concluded as evil flickering over my features. He leaned casually against my door. Oh, silly foolish little boy. I could kill him now, just for being on my territory, but I was curious what this boy wanted. He knocked loudly on my door, and I eased up the steps in a breeze, shifting close to him, glancing down. Creepy? Perhaps, but it was what I aimed for. One brow raised, poised perfectly over my ice blue eye, the dark on hiding in the shadows of my face, a twisted half smirk on my face. I assure you its not I breathed, my voice deep as always. No doubt he'd ponder how I'd gotten here so swiftly, and I grinned inside as a cold rush of air breezed past me. Well, I couldn't have planned that out any more perfectly. Can I, help you? My eyebrows did a little wave, switching so now the brown eyes brow lifted instead, my lips curling enough to show one fang against the glittering moonlight. I loved being me.

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A low, hollow sigh passed his lips. He began to grow aggitated by this clan's leader's lack of appearance. He didn't want to knock again, it being clear to him that no one was home. He shook his head and took a moment to tune his hearing to the sounds around the mansion. He caught the faintest scent of something approaching. That was before he felt the overwhelming presense of something or someone nearby. A wise young vampire would've been frighten, shivering and turning back with their tail between their legs. Not Glacier. He kept the arrogant smirk on his pale lips, ignoring the better instinct that tugged at every nerve ending in his body. He glanced around, note yet catching sight of who was closing in on him. He began to get even more irritated by this little game. He frowned , slightly, keeping the bored expression on his face. He turned his head left and right, just barely missing a figure in the hazey darkness. He felt a small tingle slide up his spinal column as something had come close to him in an instant.

He didn't bother to look, but the voice was enough to drive him insane. He let out a low growl at the mocking tone. He should've known better than to irritate a leader, let alone an older vampire. Though Glacier hadn't been taught the proper ways of dealing with other vampires. The only vampire he knew before his own clan leader was that woman. The woman that lured him away and made him into what he was. He pulled his lips back into a fierce snarl as he finally raised his icy gaze up to meet the missmatched gaze of what he could only assume was the leader of these lands and owner of such an extravagant mansion. He felt his amusement drop for a moment, realizing his assumption of the place being owned by a woman was wrong. Though it rose right back up and almost barked out a laugh. "So this eye sore belongs to you?" He replied, raising an eyebrow once again. He kept his arms crossed over his broad chest, causing the hem of his his fitted black shirt to ride up only slightly.

"I should've known, an eccentric home would only belong to an equally eccentric owner." He added, studying the taller male before him. He was midly aggrivated by the fact the male loomed over him. The creeping feeling in the back of his brain had told him to keep his mouth shut, but it seemed the signals hadn't been able to make it to the muscles in his mouth and throat. He kept his gaze steady on the obviously older vampire, fighting back another growl. He made sure his fangs were bared enough to prove he was in no mood to be mocked. He back off, relaxing his snarl but keeping his fangs only partially revealed. "Nothing really, just decided to look around. Getting a little tired of seeing the same things every day, you know?" He replied with a casual shrug. He kept his gaze steady, ignoring the slight tremors that were sliding down his back and making his nerve endings tingle. He forced himself to remain calm and steady, not wanting to give the male any satisfaction in knowing Glacier was intimidated. He simply glared at the male, he wasn't scared. Karasu was the only vampire he'd ever back down to, even in the slightest. This one was nothing but another creature of the night to him, almost insignificant in his eyes.

He straightend his posture, hoping to try and match the fellow vampire's height or at least appear to not show any fear. He wasn't backing down that easily. Oh how foolish he was.


word count;; 628
tag;; Ciard

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