Another Night.. Another Love.

[Nyxsiern, Baby.]

Carn had been quite contented with herself as of late. It had been a while since a rampage, like the ones she was known for, had occured. Perhaps she had finally began overcoming her never ending thirst as the elders foretold. Her memories always wandered back to what memories she could recall of the past still. Her lifetime was too long to remember it all, and she didn't care enough to record her past as some did, but she never forgot the elders.

"Her thirst is too great.." a bitter voice echoed off the stone walls and through the wooden door before her, she could feel the dread that was spread across his face, "Don't be foolish! The young one must be destroyed.. she is the most vicious transformation I have ever seen!" Through the cracks of the door, a large figure could be seen moving across the room in a long cloak, "We have considered this and I'm telling you: she was born to be a killer. It was unfortunate at her birth that she was gendered female, but being bred from the greatest warrior of our time and the most cunning and beautiful female, we cannot kill her... meaning.. she's invicible. Just as she was named--" The second male voice halted instantly. He had been moving about the room and the viewer could see that she had been caught. Pulling away from the door as quickly as she could, she fell backwards, gasping and completely giving herself away in surprise. She could sense a coolness spreading through the spaces in the door and what little heat her body still held vanished. The door opened slowly and an the icy chill filled the hallway--she shivered--pulling away as the massive Elder before her sent her a repremanding glare and watched her "leave". The Elder slammed the door behind him and the lock clicked soon after.

The young, fresh vampire slowly drew closer to the door once more and could hear the voices had already started back up in hushed tones. ".... as she grows older she will learn to control her.. thirst. It is the same with all Elders." Pacing continued, but it was studdered, so the young eavesdropper knew it was the bitter male, who was actually the older of the two.. and a human. "She is not like the whole of you. It takes hundreds years to develop that ability and her thirst is uncontrollable now..can it really be tamed?"

Carna stared at the floor, her emerald orbs fixed on the fading rays of sunlight as they streamed through the window. She stood from the seat she had been occupying since she awoke and began to pace herself. She may have gone a long time without blood.. but she could go no longer without her lust for flesh unsatisfied. She missed the softness.. the touch..

The moment the beams of light disappeared she bolted up the stairway and into her subtle home that was already radiating with moonlight. She smiled, her lips a rare, but beautiful shade of pink where they were usually stained crimson. She undressed shamelessly pacing about her home in lacy nothings. Soon she found herself dressed in lithe, leather boots, tightly fitting, dark-stain jeans, an elegant, also lacy, top covered by her form fitting leather jacket all ebony in color.

Soon she hit the streets, with her tongue rolling across her immaculate fangs as she paced across the city, moving gracefully across the park towards the blood bath bar she commonly occupied when she was desperate..

"Tonight.. is theeee night.." she could almost feel the blood on her lips already.

[Fluffy]

Hinth padded down the road, a feral wolf, running from the animal patrol as he usually did in spare time. His striped tongue hung out of his mouth, acidic saliva dripping on the ground, showing the dog catchers where to go, and identifying their currently most wanted canine terrorizer.

He side stepped into an ally, switching to his human form before walking out, slouched over and pretty boring looking. No matter, his unkempt appearance didn't keep the animal patrol from questioning Hinth about the wereabouts of himself. He smirked and walked on, heading down to a local bar as his mind raced with the thoughts of when he'd run away from Aisar Pack. Gods Pack, he thought, this was the Etruscan meaning of the name, What frauds... His mind drifted off to past events.

"HINTHIAL ZUSLEVA!" His father had shouted at him as he hurled himself into the icy water of the sea separating him from Canada. He remembered how sore he was at first, how painfully the cold the water was against his newfound sores...especially his missing toe. He remembered the water clinging to his fur, though he couldn't remember what form he was in...days, month, of no food! Then...he whiped up on shore...

His tan body cringed at the thought of the next part of his past. He'd tried so desperately to forget it...

Looking up Hinth realized he'd come to the bar, with a slight smirk, something he did often, he walked into the building, padding straight to the bar without so much as looking at his surroundings. "Beer," he said coldly to the tender that walked over to him. He kept his eyes half closed for the sake of not frightening any of these humans.

The tender walked back over setting the bottle in the space in front of him. He set down the exact amount he owed, no tip. Typical of him. Hinth grunted, running his tongue around the edge of the bottle. The bartender shot him a nasty look that he merely blew off. Then he noticed a lithe girl, vampiric looking, dressing in well fitting attire. That's nice... he thought, a vampire was about the last thing he wanted to put up with.