Post by Tyrant Creed on Feb 24, 2013 23:56:23 GMT -5
Transylvania. Home of the infamous Count Dracula, a tale of which was often told to frighten young children, and was famous with occult fiction enthusiasts world wide. How droll. Of course, there was little truth to the tale. It was fiction, after all. But the widespread belief that Transylvania was somehow interconnected with vampires attracted the little beasts from all over the world, giving some life to the legend.
Enter Tyrant Creed. The young hybrid often found himself in places he had little to no desire to be, and this was of course one of those times. He found Transylvania dull, dreary, and dreadfully boring. Not exactly the traits he found desirable in a place he traveled to for a little sight seeing.
Having just arrived that night, the hybrid stood just outside of town, staring up at the moon and cursing life for making him come here. One of the old vampire families was out of control, a cell of theirs had been causing a little too much mayhem back in Detroit. So Tyr had come to remind them of their place in the world. He suspected it would prove no easy task.
Tyr's ears perked up at the sound of a scream and he went running towards it, having heard it just outside of town. Being that he was unaware of the clan's location, the hybrid planned on catching a vampire and making them talk.
"Don't worry! I'm here to he-" The hybrid began to shout, bursting into a small camp- and promptly falling facefirst into the ground, having tripped over something. Tyr groaned and rolled over. Not his best entrance ever.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Feb 25, 2013 0:57:57 GMT -5
Tyr slowly climbed to his feet, standing unsteadily for a few seconds, having a laugh at his own expense. "Yea, I'm alright." The hybrid brushed dirt from his pants, thankful he was dressed in jeans and t rather than one of his suits. Damn things were expensive to replace and he seemed to be blowing through them like tissue paper.
"No, no, nothing like that," The hybrid said, looking back and forth from the two males, eyes focusing on the scarred face of the one nearest to him. The other didn't seem so big on talking so far. Neither seemed much like vampires to Tyr, but then again it could be hard to tell sometimes. "I'm arriving late into town.. I was nearby and I heard the scream, so I came running. I must admit, for a second I thought the old legends about vampires in Transylvania were true." The hybrid said, rubbing the back of his head, cheeks slightly red from embarressment.
Tyr sneezed, covering his mouth in time. "So, what was the scream about, if you weren't being attacked by vampires in the night?" he asked in a joking manner.
Feeling a wetness on his face, Tyr reached up and looked at his hand. Blood was smeared on it and it began pouring from his nose. Major nosebleed. "Shit!" The hybrid tried to pinch it closed, wincing from touching his sore nose.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Feb 25, 2013 3:46:29 GMT -5
Tyr chortled, accepting the tissue and dabbing at the blood flowing from his nostrils. "Sure. If you guys say so." Grinning, the hybrid winked at Jace.
"Some are prone to believe in the existence of vampires, you know," Tyr commented, looking around the tent. These two seemed odd. In the hybrid's opinion, they neither looked related nor did they seem to act like brothers. They lived way too close. Tyr often refused to touch his many brothers, let alone sleep in a small tent with them.
The hybrid smiled at the both of them, pondering the man's scars. If he was a vampire, such shallow wounds should have completely healed... So no, he must be human or something else. Perhaps a thrall? Tyr eyed the second man a bit more closely. No, he seemed less dominant. It just didn't make sense. "You know, if you guys were having loud, noisy sex, it wouldn't bother me. I don't really care, but it seems more on the mark than the story you fed me a few seconds ago."
Tyr laughed and smiled disarmingly at the both of them, thought the effect was somewhat negated by the fact that his nose was beginning to turn purple and he was still bleeding a bit, to show that he was just joking.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Feb 25, 2013 4:38:29 GMT -5
His smile only grew wider at the quiet man's shiver. "Ah, but you think the natives here would know better. Why it would be quite obvious to them, now wouldnt it, with the fey creatures all set a glitter at the barest hints of sunlight." Tyr laughed to show he was joking.
The hybrid shrugged. " We never did. The closest I ever came with the lot of them were the frequent fights we all engaged in." Tyr looked back at the quiet one and smiled again. "Sure, sure."
Tilting his head slightly, Tyr ignored the nose comment. "I'm sure silence there thinks nothing of it when he has to wake up to your morning wood digging into his back from spooning all night." The hybrid grinned again. He was obviously making them uncomfortable, and taking great amusement from it.
"Oh, I'm Tyr, by the by. And you two handsome, platonic, gentlemen are..." He allowed the end of his second sentence to trail off as a means of asking their names.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Feb 25, 2013 5:24:18 GMT -5
Tyr held up his hands, chuckling. "Apologies, Dart and Jace, oftentimes I was scolded growing up for my rude way of speaking to others. I meant no offense, you must understand." Perhaps the hybrid had pushed things a bit too far, but vampire hunting could get so boring, what with how cowardly the creatures were.
"The age difference between me and some of my siblings indeed!" The hybrid laughed. "Some of us are separated by many centuries, I assure you, though some were conceived and birthed on the very same day!." Tyr smiled again, attempting to ease the tension with his terrible jokes.
Tilting his head towards Jace, Tyr spoke again. "Quite the thinker, you brother, eh?" he asked, the hybrid having taken not of the silent man who seemed deep in thought.
Switching the subject "Personally, I have always believed there to be some truth to the legends concerning vampires. Every culture, even those long isolated, it seems, would seem to have their own version of the creatures. Surely this cannot be coincidence?"
