angelicviolence (angelicviolence) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-22 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-01 |
There's no salvation for me now
Who: Vivianna and Elena
Where: forest to the south of town
When: Late evening, past eleven
Notes: Speech in brackets spoken in French
Oh, the past few days had been simply delightful for the Ophanim. First, the bombing in Ann Arbor -- which had left lots of things to play with afterwards -- and then yesterday, Elena had indulged herself in a day that meant next to nothing to her. The only reason she even remembered it was her birthday was because of Declan. His memory was a lot sharper than hers for some reason. Perhaps age had finally started to take its toll. Elena pushed the thought away, even doing the motion, as if she was swatting a bug from the proximity of her face. No, tonight was all about stretching her wings and just feeling joyful over all the recent memories she had. Even if the rain was making it hard to enjoy anything at all. Elena had woken that evening to the sound of it pattering against her windows, and still, the sound of it made her restless, caught out in it like she was. Still, it was a comfort to know she wouldn't catch her death in it -- as the saying went. The bedraggled tips of her feathers looked even more like blood once she'd lighted in a tree, much like an overgrown bird who'd just made a kill. A bloody, messy kill. Just the thought had Elena laughing aloud, the sound meant to be merry and coming out just a tad too menacing. She looked about at her surroundings. It was hard to see anything in the rain, even with her vampiric vision, but the little bit of forest she found herself in made for good cover.
Cover enough to keep her wings out.
Flexing the strong muscles of said wings, Elena scented through the damp, thinking that rain was completely horrible when it came to doing much of anything. Still, wet as the scents were, she still caught the one that filtered closer, her eyes searching the sky for the owner. Gabriel. A smile spread across her lips, fangs bared and dripping rain as she caught sight of another winged vampire in the night. What beautiful wings, she thought. Are they really purple? Very odd. The older vampire was intrigued, not only by the way the rain made the other Fallen's wings look -- perhaps they were not purple at all, and it was just a trick of the light, or lack of light, as masked by the rainclouds as the stars were -- but by the way the vampire's scent smelled...young. The wheels in Elena's brain started turning as she thought about all the Gabriels in the area. She'd need a closer look to confirm it, but she thought she might know who this little vampire was. And who the little vampire's sire was, more specifically. Bleeding-heart. Wretch. Lifting up out of her tree, Elena shot off at the vampire, using her speed to bring her up close, faster than the little vampire was probably prepared for. Upon closer inspection, Elena's smile brightened. Oh yes, she had the right one.
"[Good evening. Dismal night for a flight, no?]" Elena knew well enough that the little Fallen would understand her.