Armand (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vagabond_child) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg, |
Oh, he knew he probably shouldn't be. He didn't need to, not yet. His skin had healed, after all. He was as pale and beautiful as a statue of an angel, just as he had always been. And he was old, relatively speaking. He didn't need to feed so much anymore. But his mind was unsettled. Speaking with Pandora, Claudia, and Juniper had put him off his stride.
Not to mention, of course, his lover. That was the most complicated situation of all, in its very simplicity.
So he sought to loose himself in the blood once more. He would abide by his promise, and not go after Juniper, though he was slightly miffed at her. But he'd promised her, and more importantly, he'd promised Schuldig. So he looked for someone new, someone exciting, and intended to feed. But all night, after leaving Schuldig, he'd wandered aimlessly, not finding anyone. It seemed everyone slept, denying him his victim.
But then, suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a mental presence. He smiled briefly, his fangs showing wickedly in the moonlight off the snow, but it quickly faded. This being wasn't human. Nor was it vampire, elf, nor any of the species of aliens that he'd felt. This, well, this felt like something entirely different. The thoughts were so strange, he couldn't quite get a grasp on it.
He was only sort of prepared for this being to turn and look toward him, start walking. Armand stood completely still, eyes wide, wondering, and locked on the unlikely figure. Such grace was rare. Thoughts of blood slipped briefly into his thoughts, but just as quickly were banished. Instead, he just looked. Tentatively, he reached out a tendril of thought, sending it toward the newcomer.
What are you? His words would echo in the heads of most beings, but he found himself in the odd position of having no idea how this one would respond, or if they would hear him at all.