Absconditus Coven - All vamps/hybrids welcome!

[Chaos]

o All [vampire (vampyre)/dhampir/all other variations of vampire] charries can join into the game without invitation or PMing necessary.

Rules

o No godmodding
o No killing other people's characters or severely/permanantly injuring them (cutting off thier arm) without permission.
o No extremely gorish/sexual scenes, those can be played out elsewhere with a brief "black out" and do not need to be in gross detail, of course some is okay seeing as the nature of this thread. Keep it PG13.

Location: Earth, Alaska
Time Period: Present day
Brief Overview: The Absconditus Coven is the only coven still in existence, among the amazingly large population of vampire hybrids that have gone unnoticed by foolish humans. When more than two vampires are together, a fight usually eliminates one of the three. The Absconditus Coven is made up of only three vampires, all with varying abilities and weaknesses. They are partially a "vegetarian" coven, with two of the three members dieting on animals instead of humans, eliminating some of the hostility that other vampires hold onto. This is easier said than done, when your sole burning desire is an unquenchable thirst for eternity. The coven is much of a joke around the underground vampire world, who think it a waste of their amazing power and strength to feast upon lowly animals, whose taste is comparible to water for an alcoholic - and with so much wine around, how many vamps in the world can resist it?

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Macto sat stone-stiff on a bench in Mattinford Park as the snow drifted lightly from the overcast sky. His two companions needed not live in such a bleak place, but it was a requirement for him. Sitting there, still as marble - and quite the complexion of it, too - he may have been mistaken for a corpse, which technically, is not a lie. Dead, but with the inability of dying, quite the life. No way to quench his never-ending thirst, no sleep to destroy his tired crawl through this pointless half-life.


The only thing that would keep him from being hauled off to the morgue that very moment was the habit of breathing that came so naturally, yet did nothing for him but bring the sweet smell of that pounding warmth that sputtered through humans so easily, yet ultimately eluded him - pounding through his oh-so-silent heart.


The smell was new today though.


Although the sweet warmth still pounded from two different places evenly, and the air still did not show a sign of a cease in the snow that was as cold as his own living corpse, it was different. Bitter, even. He knew that smell anywhere. It was the smell of his own kind. It was the smell of a kind of death that was free to walk the earth. But although the smell was familiar, the scent was not. The question was no longer, what is that scent? But rather, What unfamiliar vampire has wandered into our territory, and what exactly is their purpose?

It was not uncommon to notice the scent of a vampire wandering around in the overcast fortress of Alaska which was necessary for his specific breed's survival, but it was uncommon to look across the blurry park so near his home, and look into those familiarly shadowed eyes merely fifty feet away from where he sat.

[Devilwing~]

(( I can join? 8DD ))

Cloud's back was leant up against a tree, his eyes hidden under white hair that glowed so very brightly under the reflected light from the clouds. He matches the snow in every way, from his albino pale skin to his overly long snowy locks; the only thing that ruins the illusion of a walking snow sculpture (or rather, leaning-against-a-tree snow sculpture) is that he wears black jeans.

His eyes, when they are finally brushed free of hair, are red, with a slightly lighter pink pupil. True albino-ism. Looking around casually, he takes a step away from the tree, glances at the statuesque other vampire sat on the bench and then grins, wondering if he has to approach, or whether this other will approach him instead.

"My name's Cloud. Cloud Bloodsong."

His silky voice is soft, yet he's assuming that even from this distance, the other male can hear him. He doesn't mention his preference for eating animals alive, instead of feeding on human's blood, as it's considered 'weak'. Of course, anybody with sense will know that eating a full bear (and bringing it down, too) takes somebody with a stronger stomach (and muscles) than those who just mess around with virgins in nightdresses.

[Chaos]

(( of courses! yay! more players ))

Macto did not relieve his stare. Unblinking, he inclined his head to get a better sense of smell. He learned from years upon years of experience not to be the first to engage, especially while in his home turf.

Quietly yet clearly, almost in harmony with the wind, Macto heard the smooth voice come to him across the park.

Macto lowered his head a fraction of an inch, then back to it's previous position. He hoped the new visitor would see this as a friendly gesture, to be taken as it shall. As a dog senses who likes and dislikes him, Macto could sense little danger here. And if there was to be danger, Macto felt he could take this new arrival. And if he is in fact stronger than he looks, Macto's companions would be arriving in a short while anyway.

[Devilwing~]

Cloud's head tilts to the side as the other's head dips in something approaching a greeting. He's interested, now. Before it was just mild curiousity at seeing another of his kind. Black leather boots, half hidden under the folds of his jeans, crunch through the snow as he finally decides to saunter out into the open.

At almost 6'4, he's a rather quirky figure; though his shoulders are wide, he's mostly built along a slim scale, with ashenly pale skin and of course, his chin length white hair. When he grins, his fangs make imprints on his lower lip, from the inside.. He's not as perfect as the normal vampire, however, in that he's not especially handsome. He's okay looking, quite attractive in an odd, white way, but not a person that women (or indeed, men) would fight over. Also, he still carries the scars given to him as a human, numerous knife wounds across his stomach (at the moment unseen) and one short scar across his cheek.

"I'm not here to fight... I'm here... Well, let's say I'm here to explore."

[Chaos]

"I believe not in fighting unless it is for a noble purpose," Macto said quietly and in a smooth voice.

Macto now felt it rude to remain seated, and slowly rose to his full, but unimpressive height of 5'12". He was dressed casually, the type of man that you could tell had class and money but flaunted it mildly. He was wearing a long sleeved black sweater, which made his pale skin stand out much more conspicuously but was rarely noticed as most people in Alaska were devoid of color. He wore black slacks and black polished shoes, shiny enough that the waning sun -were it shining- would reflect off of them.

Macto was not old, by any physical means, but harnessed centuries of wisdom which showed clearly in the stunning features of his face. Although appearing merely in his fifties, a fool could see that he also carried many years of torment over his shoulders. Tone, but not muscular, he looked quite unextraordinary in a combatical sense.

"Wherefore have your travels taken you hence? Do you have purpose here, in this small and uninteresting town of Mattinford?"

[Devilwing~]

Cloud's head tilts further to the side, to make up for his half-blind left eye. In a vampire, damaged senses are often deadly and yet, Cloud has survived beyond the years expected of him. It's pretty natural for albinos to have some sort of visionary difficulties, and even his good eye is only a little better than the average human's.

His white shirt means that his entire upper half, apart from his reddish pink eyes, blends into the snowy landscape. While his clothes are of good quality, they are by no means showy.. in places, they were a little frayed, in need of patching and the boots on his feet were far from shiny.

In face, he looks to be around twenty, perhaps older; in his eyes, however, one can see that he's lived far longer than his handsome (ish) face shows. His lips quirk upwards into a smirk, which makes him look a tiny bit younger and more boy than man. Despite his great height and obviously strong body, there's a little innocence in that expression.. something that says all the good in him hasn't quite been destroyed yet.

"You talk like you're stuck in the past, old man." He takes a few wary, swaggering steps forward and then regards him curiously, that faint smirk still in place. "This place is called Mattinford? Heh, you learn somethin' new every day, eh? I don't have much purpose. Just wanderin' though and smelt my own kind."

[Chaos]

Macto was slightly annoyed, but sported a slightly bemused expression. This boy had nerve, but hardly to be appreciated.

"Ah, just in time," Macto said, looking down at his watch. He didn't turn his head, but directed 80% of his hearing abilities toward his right. Waiting, simply waiting, he heard the footsteps, muffled by snow, swiftly - but in no hurry, grow louder, until they stopped abruptly at his side.

"Who's our new friend?" a higher, more melodious voice asked.

"Oh, my apologies. This is Cloud Bloodsong," he said, nodding forward where his eyes had never strayed, and then looking over to her for the first time, he said, "and this is Anastasia, part of my coven."

Looking at her for the first time since their meeting, he noted how her long, dark brown hair contrasted in the snow, as well as how her pale face blended. In the smothering white all around them, and contrasted so near her dark hair, her blue eyes shone more brightly than is usual. Her eyes were piercing, and could capture anyone who looked into them, their depths reaching on into eternity.

She was average height for a woman, lightweight and sturdy, but even though the beat of her heart sounded average, she was far from it. Anastasia was born a vampire, a very rare instance. She has vampire traits, such as inhuman strength, speed, and near invincibility, but without the downfalls of a full vampire. Seeing as she was born, she can age. But slowly, painstakingly slowly. It may be centuries before old-age will take her, the difference between her and Macto. She can also exist in sunlight and eat human food, although she still has a thirst for blood. Occasionally this can be handled by simply eating very rare meat, but she does also hunt animals.

"Is Desiderius with you?" Macto asked, although he could tell he was not.

"No," she said, "he went back to the house." Dropping the matter, she turned toward Cloud, taking in his appearance, and said, "I'm assuming we covered why you're here, but why don't you tell us where you plan on going next? Do you have a place to stay?" She smiled a warm and trusting smile. That was always her downfall. Too trusting.

[Devilwing~]

Cloud suddenly looks nervous as another vampire, this one female and strange (considering that she has a heartbeat) turns up. Damn, he wasn't expecting company. Glancing around with albino eyes, he wonders if he can beat it back the way he came, before finding out if there's some kind of gang around here. No. That'd look cowardly, and he's anything but a coward.

Instead, he rather stiffly bows to her and grins, his fangs making imprints on the back of his lips again. At times like this, he wished his brother didn't have a tendency to turn up late to the most interesting things. Then again, a baby vampire (by Cloud's terms, anybody under the age of eighty was a teenybopper) was hardly going to help. Ezra would probably blush himself into the ground and then fall over, face first in the snow.

"Where next? I go where ever the fancy takes me, lady. I don't have a place to say, but my brother and I were seeking a barn of some kind in the outskirts of the town. I'm pleased to meet you, by the way."

Training from a young age has taught him to be far more polite to 'ladies' than to anybody else. He's not quite sure why he's supposed to be considerate to them, since they can be some of the worst fighters, but he is. So he acts about as gentlemanly as he can manage, being a slightly imposing and freakish figure no matter how nice his manners.

"My brother will be here shortly. He's barely a fledgling, though. He was turned just some ten years ago."

[Chaos]

Anastasia let a concerned expression creep onto her face, "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, almost reaching out to touch his arm, but turning and placing it on Macto's arm instead. "Don't stay in a barn!" She looked at Macto, "He should stay with us, his brother too."

Macto stood quite still, not letting his doubt creep onto his face. "Of course. That would be only appropriate. I insist, stay at our house. We have plenty of room."

[Devilwing~]

Cloud's face breaks into a grin when both the vampires insist on him and of course, his bratty brother, staying with them. Absently, he wanders across the snow to stand near them; but obviously not so near that he couldn't bolt away and get a good head start if attacked. He's smart, see?

"Thank you. I'm very greatful for your hospitality, and I'm sure my brother will--.. ah, here he is now."

Ezra's feet crunch in the snow as he plods along, not having mastered the silent, gliding walk of a true vampire yet. He's dressed similarly to Cloud, in that he wears a slightly worn grey top, black jeans and large black boots. There the similarities stop; one of his eyes is grey, and the other is completely white, apart from the black ring around where the iris should be and his pupil. His hair, while the same length, is a midnight shade of black... though it's not sprinkled with stars and slightly blue tinted, unfortunately. A round face is less angular than Cloud's, and more 'cute' than anything else.

"Cloud? Cloud? Oh... Cloud. Erm.. hello." If he was human, he'd be bright red from blushing. As it is, the faintest hint of pink rises in his cheeks.

Cloud's eyes roll heavenwards, wishing he didn't have to cart his brother around to feel safe. Because he's not his brother's keeper; his brother is Cloud's keeper. Since Cloud's eyes have been getting worse for centuries, leaving him almost as blind as a human, Ezra's taken to travelling alongside him. What the boy lacks in vampiric talent, he makes up for in extraordinary eyesight.

"Ez, this is Anastasia and... I don't believe the old timer introduced himself. BUT we're supposed to be staying at theirs' tonight, because they're far more generous than the average person one meets while travelling. Anastasia, you, this is my brother, Ezra."

The smaller boy, blinking fearfully, winces when his brother calls one of the vampires 'old timer' and offers them a true smile. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

[Chaos]

Finally, someone with manners, Macto thought, giving a genuine smile to the young man. "Macto," he said, as their eyes met. He often found that extending a hand coincided with aggression.

"If we're not waiting for anyone else, shall we head off?" Macto asked?

"Yes," Anastasia said, "It's not a long walk but it is getting dark, and you know how dangerous it can be to stroll around after dark. I hear there are vampires!" she joked.

Macto began to walk the path Northward, passing tall gates and passing onto a cobblestone path. It was quite picturesque. Along the way they passed beautiful shrubbery and walked over a small footbridge that passed over a stream.

After a long, winding dirt road, nothing was as picturesque as the yard they turned in to. Perfect grass stretched over an enormous yard, with shrubs all along the pathway and wildflowers in the yard. As they approached the white siding house, it seemed to grow as they advanced. It was obviously built to a special plan, because certain rooms had a multitude of windows but others had none. The porch stretched out and wrapped around the house, where the backyard could not be seen.

Macto led the way up the stairs and onto the front porch and opened the unlocked door. He felt no need to lock it considering nobody wanted to intrude upon this house. Although they did not know the kind of creatures that lived in this house, the humans knew well enough to keep their distance. Not all instincts died when man became civilized.

Macto opened the door and allowed his guests to go ahead of him. Stepping into the foyer, he saw a tall, extraordinarily handsome man standing in the corresponding doorway.

"Hello, Macto. Anastasia. Guests."

"Desiderius."

Anastasia ran over and hugged him.

[Devilwing~]

Cloud doesn't bother to add his thoughts to the matter as the older (he's assuming they're older, from the way they act) vampires discuss leaving. When the start walking, he falls into step behind them, shoving Ezra in front of him. The poor smaller boy stumbles for a step and then quickly starts trying to keep up, almost falling over himself when they reach the path. Everything that Cloud has in animal, almost feline, grace, Ezra compensates from in complete and utter inability to walk without faceplanting and/or trembling.

Cloud's eyes are busy taking in their surroundings, and everything around them; he's cautious, but not so wary as he was before. He even looks amused when a crow flutters between branches to follow them for a little while, cawing excitedly at Ezra. Crow magnet, that boy is. Eventually, as the trees run out and they enter the impressive yard, the crow gives a final disgruntled call and flaps noisily away.

Ezra's the first to walk into the house, always the first to go in anywhere... His eyes are round, like saucers, in amazement as he takes everything in. Obviously it's been a long time since they slept anywhere but barns and fields. He blushes again when he notices the new man, stood off in a different doorway; all these new people are almost making his skin look a healthy colour!

Cloud doesn't even bother to aknowledge the newest male. He just lays a heavy hand on Ezra's shoulder to warn him to tone down his amazement... 'act like we see this every day' that hand says... 'or else' that hand says. Finally, he decides to speak.

"Nice place you got here."

And that's it.

[Chaos]

"Why, thank you," Macto commented happily. He tries his hardest to keep it nice looking.

Desiderius wrapped his arm around Anastasia and they had a whispered conversation, Anastasia filling him in on what he missed. Macto stood quite still for a few minutes as the young man took everything in, not wanting to overload him. "If you'd like, I'll show you to the sitting room?" Macto didn't wait for a reply, but passed by Desiderius and walked into a large oval room with no windows, and several large, comfortable looking couches with large billowing plants and bookcases around the walls.

He passed through this room, down two steps, and into an even larger rectangular room made up almost entirely of windows, which showed the full moon through the window on the high ceiling. There were wrap-around couches and a stereo system in one corner on the wall. Plants outlined the walls where sitting room was not taking up space, and another larger bookcase stood halfway up the wall. Next to the bookcase a granite chimney stood tall and welcoming, a flat screen television hanging on the wall above it.

Macto walked past and lit the fire, the flames licking high behind the grate. He stood next to the fireplace and put his hands behind his back, inviting them to sit down if they pleased. "Would you like something to eat? We can accommodate all tastes I'm sure, or if you'd rather we can recommend excellent hunting places," Macto suggested. "Or if you'd rather just head up to bed, in which case I can also show you to your rooms. Our house is your house as long as you do not mind our company, so please, make yourself at home. You may explore all rooms in the house," Macto said pleasantly, but then his face became grave, "but please, I'd rather if you stayed out of the basement. The door is locked, so hopefully there will be no temptation."

[Devilwing~]

Ezra's face is still a picture of mild amazement, and when invited through the sitting room, he glances up at Cloud's impassive face before trotting after Macto. Of course, he almost falls over upon entering the room and rights himself by grabbing the wall. "O-Ooops...."

Mismatched eyes flicker from couch, to window and back again, before he shyly sits down and makes room for his brother. Not that Cloud sits down... He stands, instead, half in front of Ezra in a move that could almost be considered protective. Apparently the mention of feeding has unsettled him. "We just ate."

He looks even more nervous when a crow flutters down onto the windowsill, stares at them for a moment and then flaps away. Ezra's eyes follow the bird through its flight path, fascinated with the smallest moving thing. Exactly why he's so useful to Cloud, as he becomes more and more blind. The younger boy's white eye seems to glitter unnaturally when he looks at crows.

"And we're not sleepy. So I suppose that leaves staying down here.. though at sunrise, my brother will have to retire to a room without windows." He himself can stay out in the sun for a few hours. It's supposedly something to do with his albino skin, but he only starts to burn after four hours in the sunlight.

"You got wolves in the basement, or something?" Looking curious, he arches a almost non-existant eyebrow at the older male, and tilts his head to the side, to see him better.

[Chaos]

Macto laughs. "No, no wolves." Macto doesn't move from his spot next to the fireplace, but stares up at the ceiling and into the starry sky. "And that won't be a problem. I, too, must stay out of the sunlight. Desiderius and Anastasia can keep you company if you wish to stay in here," he nods his head toward Cloud, "as they are unaffected by the sun."

Desiderius then entered the room, stepping into the artificial light of the florescent lamps and natural light coming from the large, round moon. His features just became prominent, showing a young, but stunningly handsome face. He had deep brown eyes that almost blended with his pupils, and a broad jaw. While still young looking, he didn't have the poor muscle strength of a teenager, far from it. His dark hair matched his eyes, and many people mistook it for black, yet he had light bronze highlights which were a result of sun exposure, which also never went away, no matter how long he stayed indoors. Desiderius, however, could go outdoors unaffected.

He was a strange vampire, indeed. He had no heartbeat, and therefore was bitten and cannot die again, but is frozen in this time period forever. Although, he still can go into sunlight, he cannot eat human food. He also retains the typical vampire power, such as advanced speed, strength, and smell.

"Anastasia and I can keep you company," Desiderius said to the young one sitting on the couch. He found this one oddly amusing. "Do you like video games?" he said, flashing a smile that showed his brilliantly white teeth. "You tend to collect quite a few when you're shut up indoors for a century or two."