Thursday, November 03, 2005
Introduction for Varok
An introductionary piece for one of my Nano characters... I know, it seems very estranged from Amber and Essar's pieces... it'll seem very estranged from Iren's piece too, once I post that, and Naraqe's... well... hers might actually make a bit of sense when it comes to tying it all together in the end... Wyn's piece should be just as confusing... but we'll see, eh?
This is from Chapter Two: A Rainy Walk. (yeah, I'm naming my chapters)
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Serenor Locale, Outskirts
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"YAAGH!" There was suddenly a thud, the sound of a cat yelping in pain, and the sound of several large objects crashing to the ground.
About five seconds later, there was an explosion.
A tall and pale humanoid picked himself up from the ground with a rueful expression, and brushed his clothing off. A chicken feather took residence behind his left ear, and he picked that off too, flicking it into the dusty air.
Wearing black clothing is never a wise idea when one is about to get thrown into a dusty street, as his robes were now a peculiar shade of gray and brown in amidst the odd black streaks. Before he had hit the ground, he might’ve been dubbed a stylish dresser, clothing neatly pressed, and very stylized in a fashion slightly before its time.
However, as it was now rather gray toned, and wrinkled, he looked like any ordinary person who had just been tossed out into the street. He sighed, and brushed his hair out of his eyes with pale fingers. I merely wished for some tea, he thought ruefully, finally giving up on picking feathers and dirt from his cloak. It would need to be washed before he could ever appear semi-stylish again.
But, no, people these days. Certainly, he had fangs. And certainly, his eyes were slightly redder than normal. And yes, indeed, he was a vampire. That didn’t have to mean anything, did it? After all, he was a nice vampire. He hadn’t intended on biting anyone in the general store, and he would’ve paid for his tea too.
Clonk.
A box of tea rebounded from his black hair, and crashed down to the cobblestoned road.
"And stay out!" a hysterical female wailed from within the store before a door slammed shut, and he faintly heard the noise of a lock clicking shut against a bar. Then the sound of furniture being dragged over to block the door. Then the smell of garlic as a clove was tossed at him from a nearby window.
A cross rebounded off of his hair too, and he made a face. So much for nice hair. The vampire carefully picked his hair back into place, leaned over and took the garlic and mint tea, and raised a hand cheerfully towards the window.
"Cheerio, and thanks for the tea, chaps."
A steak rebounded off of his hand, leaving a bloody splat. He grimaced.
"That’s stake, you idiot!" he heard someone yell from within the house.
"Oh."
Varok raised his eyebrows for a moment, and picked the steak up, donating it to a nearby and drooling mutt. It was covered in dust and chicken feathers as it was. The dog grabbed it cheerfully, and dragged it off into the dusky murk of near-twilight in Serenor. He cast a rueful glance at his clothing before trudging off down the street with the dinted box of mint tea and the garlic clove.
I wasn’t going to hurt them.
He sighed aloud, and sat down on an abandoned bench to contemplate a tea bag. Varok had no idea where he was going to come up with boiling water without getting it thrown over his head, and he had no desire for any further pain. Being shoved down a set of stairs into a crate of chickens, a vicious cat, and a pile of dust isn’t particularly fun. And to make matters worse, they had had the nerve to throw garlic and religious symbols at him. He hated that.
It wasn’t as if all vampires were cruel bloodsucking monsters.
In honesty, Varok Beloth was a vegetarian anyway. The idea of eating something that had been (he shuddered to think) alive at one time repulsed him. It was as disgusting as the idea of biting a human just to drink their blood. It wasn’t the blood that bothered him, it was the fact that a great deal of human beings had this fascination with either not bathing at all, or wearing dramatic perfumes. Both of which tasted rather disgusting if you were planning on sucking through it.
He preferred tea anyway. His parents had raised him on teas. But no, all other beings had the positive sense that he was going to be a cruel, bloodsucking monster. They ran, threw things at him, and wouldn’t even sell him tea!
Varok sighed, nearly brought to tears. He wished someone would consider just trying to talk to him for once, rather than trying to drown him in holy water. Just because he had rather large fangs, and looked as pale as dawn...
He chewed on the tea bag thoughtfully. Not even a dentist will listen to me. I bet not even a shrink would. Or an insurance salesman.
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