Post by Rosier Moore on May 26, 2013 13:49:48 GMT -5
His stay in Avaleur so far was, simply put, boring. People did not wander the night as much as he had hoped- Rosier was stuck feeding on travelers from roads further away. It was such a hassle, Rosier couldn't help but think he might as well move to the next town. But a few things kept him there. One of those things- determination. He had not met a town that had not kicked him out. So why would he back down now?
Another thing that kept him there was Coriander. What if the elder vampire decided to hunt him down and kill him if he ran off? The thought made Rosier shiver. He did not want that.
He walked along the streets in the daylight, stressing over another subject. He had no money, no job, his house was shit, and he had no way of paying for anything. So if he wanted to do something fun, he couldn't.
Rosier sighed, sitting at the edge of the fountain with his head resting on his hands, staring at the ground. He could work at a bar? He looked the part. But he hated alcohol. He could fight at the arena? No, no he couldn't. He was a silent killer, not a fighter. He would get his ass kicked in seconds.
As he thought, a little girl stopped in front of him. Her mother had gone to one of the nearby stores, and the girl was allowed to wander near the fountain. She couldn't be older than eight years old, with a little dress and curls in her hair.
She noticed Rosier, and his pitch-black eyes, and couldn't help but stare at him.
Rosier finally noticed her and looked up, and the staring contest began. For a few seconds they just stared, before Rosier, in the grumpy mood that he was, decided to get her out of his sight.
"You know, if I were you, I'd get out of here. I have a particular taste for little girl's blood," he smiled, then licked his lips. The little girl's eyes went wide, and soon she was running towards the store with her mother in it, with one large yell of 'Mommy!'
He stared for a moment, then looked around. Many eyes were on him. But he chose to ignore them, and looked down once more, thinking about possible jobs to do and possible closer victims to take.
Another thing that kept him there was Coriander. What if the elder vampire decided to hunt him down and kill him if he ran off? The thought made Rosier shiver. He did not want that.
He walked along the streets in the daylight, stressing over another subject. He had no money, no job, his house was shit, and he had no way of paying for anything. So if he wanted to do something fun, he couldn't.
Rosier sighed, sitting at the edge of the fountain with his head resting on his hands, staring at the ground. He could work at a bar? He looked the part. But he hated alcohol. He could fight at the arena? No, no he couldn't. He was a silent killer, not a fighter. He would get his ass kicked in seconds.
As he thought, a little girl stopped in front of him. Her mother had gone to one of the nearby stores, and the girl was allowed to wander near the fountain. She couldn't be older than eight years old, with a little dress and curls in her hair.
She noticed Rosier, and his pitch-black eyes, and couldn't help but stare at him.
Rosier finally noticed her and looked up, and the staring contest began. For a few seconds they just stared, before Rosier, in the grumpy mood that he was, decided to get her out of his sight.
"You know, if I were you, I'd get out of here. I have a particular taste for little girl's blood," he smiled, then licked his lips. The little girl's eyes went wide, and soon she was running towards the store with her mother in it, with one large yell of 'Mommy!'
He stared for a moment, then looked around. Many eyes were on him. But he chose to ignore them, and looked down once more, thinking about possible jobs to do and possible closer victims to take.