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The large man didn't have to look to know what window Ragenard had been talking about. He had already had started contemplating how to get into it before Ragenard decided to ask for his opinion. "I was goin' ta suggest it. I was debatin' whether or not we should 'ead down or up from there...

Broch stood, barely listening to watch Ragenard had to say mostly for the other two's benefit. With arms crossed, he stared off towards the castle, jaw set with grim determination. Things had gotten really fucking serious. Broch had no fear of death. He knew it could happen at any given moment...

As the flames appeared, Broch had dropped the last piece of the vampire's torn body into whatever that.. Thing was that was coming from Daniel. He merely glared in defiance at the woman's shade, the light in his eyes reflecting the icey blaze like lightning within the storm. She thinks death was...

An instant. That's all it took. For however slower than his companions he may have been upon arrival to this hellhole, his reactions were just as quick. Fury overtook the older man, and with it came a surge of speed as he pounced the unfortunate woman. The scene afterward was not pleasant. The...

He inched closer ever so slowly. "Perhaps, but you've only just met me. And right after someone's cord had been cut from the world." He gazed down at the remains of the woman. "I'm not a vampire anymore. The lord must have willed it to be so." His ruby eyes flashed in the darkness. "Why else...

There was only the briefest of moments, but it was enough to let Broch know what had gone on. She had attempted to go after him first. Good, at least the broad wasn't as dumb as some of the others he'd faced in the past. Still, with the illusions, she was gone within moments. Slowly, the huge...

"That is a complicated answer." He said just as curtly. He slowly started moving forward to get closer to the woman, his eyes burning bright red. "A man. A monster. A lost soul. An angel of death. It is a complicated scenario. But I'm not one to question the works and wonders of our lord."...

The man narrowed his red hues towards the woman and turned to face her fully, the blade visible in his right hand. "That is an answer only our lord and savior can answer. I do not know. I have sought after death for what feels like forever, and yet I've never been graced with death's sweet kiss...

The man wiped the trickle of blood off of his mouth on the back of his gloved hand. He had caught on the range of emotion from the girl after his question and took it for his answer. "Very well. If you are not an innocent soul, then I offer you salvation. Come to me freely, child of the night...

And around the corner he was. The woman laid in his arms, the life slowly draining from her eyes. There was no fear there, only pleasure as the light left them. Alek fed quietly, quickly, with the efficiency that years of experience had afforded him. However, he sensed more than heard her...

The man reentered the streets too after a bit. No one paid him mind in this crowd, despite the state of his clothes, nor the fact he was pale as death. Everyone had thrown their cares away with the night. Alek couldn't feel the heat of the night, but he could feel the warmth of skin that pressed...

The combined weight of the flying beast and Broch's added bulk of muscle caused the thing to crash down rather hard almost immediately when Broch grabbed hold. The old badger didn't even bother bringing out his axe at this point. He moved to the first things that had to go, any appendage that...

The man gritted his teeth and made himself stand again. He'd rest when he was dead. Which apparently, was never. The way he looked, he'd cause a scene out on the streets, so he decided to take the back way out. But first.. He bent down to the body and slowly inscribed marks into the skin that...

Bright lights, loud sounds, people laughing and dancing the night away. It was always this way in these parts. The problem is with the night, there are dark allies hidden even further because of those bright lights. And within shadows, dark things hide secrets within. The man groaned and...

The country side stinks of cows, horses, farm equipment, and factory smoke. The long road leads to the city of over crowded populations, angry men, and depressed young people not sure where to find their next job. At night, the city lights up with the clubs and night life, as well as the...

Broch nodded and had started in the direction where Ragenard had pointed, his nose catching the slightest wifts of the vermin in that direction as well. Or so he thought. But not two steps in that direction did this horrid sound stop the werebadger where he stood. His ears felt close to burst at...

The badger had braced to take the impact of the hammer, but it never came. Perhaps the other part of him did teach this damned pup something after all. He had noticed the wisps in the corner of his eye at this point, but that was not his concern. He only half heard Ragenard's suggestion as he...

A cacophony of shouts and curses in both common and Broch's native tongue was spewed back at Ragenard and his family as the werebadger bloody flew through the air towards this behemoth. As best he could, he turned and hefted the axe behind him as he flew majestically through the air towards the...

Broch snorted. "Told yer I dinno trust them boom sticks. Too small. If ya used yer bloody blade first instead, you'd still 'ave yer boom stick. The fuck 'ave I taught you?" The old badger growled. "Like 'ell I'm gonna be reachin' for anything waist level anyway... Except for yer damned balls to...

Seconds. That's all the warning Broch from the smell that came wafting up ahead of the danger that punted Ragenard up into the air, and the old badger didn't waste them. He immediately grabbed for his great war axe and brought it forward. There wasn't much he could do for the pup, he'd have to...