Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Malakai was a definite disappointment, when it came to the traditional romantic vision of vampires; he looked like a vagabond on his best days, that sort of unkempt dissention from fashion that only one truly out of touch with society could manage. Today, obviously, wasn't one of his best days, and while he was properly groomed, his clothes were ill-fitting, obviously for a somewhat taller man; in truth, they were stolen from Rurik's closet, when he had been on his way out the door. Even his posture lacked the usual self-assured air that came from a being who knew he was in a position of power, instead on edge, as if at the ready for an attack. After years of tense peace with the shapeshifters and the constant fear and hate of humans, he was much more likely to fight, on a night out, than enjoy himself.
Still, the sight of the woman at the door earned a small smile, and a respectful nod. "So glad you were able to join me, tonight. I must say, you're even more beautiful in person."