To damned lazy for a title.....

[x.Wolf.x]

Though the Victorian era was nothing more then a page in a history book, or a blur of memory in any immortal's memory...she remembered it as if it were yesterday. She remembered everything as if it were yesterday.....everything. Memories of those hellish experiments always brought the same question up through it all: What am I? She could be described as a vampire, with the fangs, pale skin, weakness to light, drinking the blood of humans and overall immortality but was she really a vampire? She wasn't born a vampire nor was she bitten. She had gained all power from a series of forced experiments....so did that really make her a vampire? Or just a homemade freak? And more importantly, did any of that even matter anymore now that over 300 years have passed since that day? Of course it did, somewhere deep down the question burned for an answer...but she hid any signs of it on the surface. Unseen to both others and herself. It was all an illusion.

The time had to be reaching into the early hours of midnight, the only light was from the sliver moon that lit both the field before her and the indigo skies above. The only sounds audible were the soft harmony of crickets throughout the grasses of the field and the light rustling of grass and silky cloth as a shadowy figure made it's way through the grasses. Tonight, she wore an elegant crimson dress, the very one she wore in her last picture. A black choker accented her pale neck and ebony hair tied back in a high bun. Eyeliner, mascara and even eye shadow brought out aqua blue eyes. To anyone else besides a long lived vampire, she might seem nothing but a mere illusion...here for a second and then gone in a flash. But to the trained eye of a vampire, she'd seem normal. It all depened on the looker.

Unseeing gaze locked on the far off horizon, without a thought tracing through her mind. She didn't know why she decided to come here tonight or what she was planning on doing when she was done or here, she just kept going. She'd eventually find something to do. Tonight, like many nights before this one, her headached. This didn't surprise her, her head often ached when she thought of her past like she had been for quite some time now. She hadn't a clue to why these thoughts plagued her mind this night either, only that she wished for them to go away soon. She hated guessing what she was or what she was capable of doing, though she did this every other day. Throughout her long lived life, she had met so many diffrent people, both vampire and human, and yet they all asked the same question in the end. 'Are you human or vampire?' She couldn't answer theier questions because she didn't know. That had been the only thing she couldn't get that bastard to spill the night of her escape. Since then, she had built a small mansion hidded deep within the neutral lands. She knew she should be out on the lines and fighting for the vampires, but she stayed put. She hadn't stepped foot in a war since her rebirth nor would she ever again. War was something for humans to fight in and die in, it wasn't her fault they had picked this time to fight against vampires. It seemed they wanted thier lives to end faster.

By now, she had frozen from her walk and turned her gaze to the skies above. Hardly anything crossed her mind as her pale blue gaze swept over both the sky and the lands surrounding her. She knew her mansion was nearly a mile away, hidden in a dense forest and she also knew that she was now standing in the heart of the Fields of Kyuuka. Because this land belonged to both human and vampire, the scents of the breeds mixed throughout every inch of this land, yet no one had been this deep into the lands in quite sometime. This only meant that she would more then likely be alone tonight, which didn't bother her much. She didn't mind company and she didn't mind wandering off on her own either. As long as she could find some place new. Giving off a sound that sounded much like a sigh, unable to actually sigh because her breath had stopped many years back, she took in the sights of fields again. Closing her eyes after finding no one else there. She had to find something that would waste the many hours streching between now and daylight.

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Rosa

High above the medow, the sun was climbing down his invisible laddar into the ocean far away. A place that many child wished to visit - a place that many child wanted to dip their toes into the cool, salty water, build sand castles, and watch the crabs fight over territorial rights. An inacconce that only rich children it seemed could achieve. Rich children with their rich clothes, rich parents, butlers, maids and every pet in every shape, size and color. But in relaity, the question arose, was being rich bad? Did money buy everything - including happiness? Was it for better or for worse? Poor children wished to be rich and rich children had the steriotype of be rich, snobby children (really the truth was that not all were, in fact, snobby).
As sun set, he watched Lady Moon appear. Her silvery brightness illuminating everything she tuched, making the ugly seem radiant and elegant with their own silver glow. The prarie animals had gone back to their burrows and Deer fast asleep in the comforting shadows of the forest. Spring air was fresh with the smell and color of rebirth after Winter's deadly grasp. The night animals scuffled around on the floor of the prarie, looking for food and dodging the hooves of the very shaggy burros. One carried Mrs. Serutti and her daughter Rosa while the other carried a paint set, an easel, a canvas, and two sleeping bags just in case. The burros were called Bonnie and Clyde after the infamous bandits.
The swaying step of the burro kept Rosa awake. Her mother had insested that they come out at night so that she could pain the moon. Her mother sung old German and Italian lullabys that were fresh in her memory. Rosa had a hard time keeping awake. The rays of the moon illuimated the path of Bonnie, her hooves pushing the grass down softly. Clyde followed in her path.
Rosa's deep blue eyes looked off into the distance sleeply, only to see a shadowy figure. I need to go to sleep, she thought, scratching the burro's belly before resettling her self. When the burro came to a sudden halt, Rosa felt herself almost fall off. Sind Sie in Ordnung? Ms. Serutti asked, concern written over her face as Rosa tumbled off the burro and onto the ground. Ja, She replied, stumbling to her feet.
Maybe an hour later, her mother was painting and Rosa had been sleeping peacefully when she jolted awake. Vater! By now, Ms. Serutti was used Rosa waking up in the middle of the night screaming father, wiched ment she missed him, pervs.
Mutter, Rosa called weakly as she walked off into the night. Her mother simply nodded as Rosa's explored the field.
Rosa's first sighting was a mole, dashing out from underneat her feet as she clucked to Bonnie to begin trotting. The burro picked up her bumby trot that Rosa - over the years - had learned to sit... Barely.
In the distance, Rosa spotted yet another lone figure looming ahead of her. Curious, Rosa halted the burro and watched the figure intently.

OOC// Lost... muse... at... the... end.
Sind Sie in Ordnung? Are you okay?
Ja, Yes
Vater! Father!
Mutter, Mother

Daily German lesson ^^

[x.Wolf.x]

It was early, or late....depending on who and what you ask. Many humans would be safely tucked away for the night, tucked inside their warm beds inside their houses and out of reach to the countless creatures that go bump in the night. Though there was a flat out war between Dark Angels, Vampires and humans, many humans were completely unaware of their enemies. Vampires often hunted in villages, leaving behind countless reminders to what was lurking in the shadows of the night and yet the humans, even the elder humans, turned a blind eye to the immortals' appearances and their marks left behind. How much longer could humans deny the other worldly creatures? How many more lives could they sacrifice to the very creatures they pretend to only belong in story books? Wait. Why was she worrying about something that was a humans' affair? The question was shortly followed by another sigh replica.

Soft winds ruffled ebony hair and grasses as they played across the lands, warm air softly caressing the cool, pale skin of the maiden before dissipating mere feet behind her. Never before this had she felt so....alone. Even after existing for over 400 years, this was the first time since her creation did she feel lonely and she hated it. Like many people and things in this world, she hated this empty feeling deep inside of her gut. If she had blood coursing through her system, she was sure it would have ran cold with such an emotion being played like a card in a poker match.

Why was she so vulnerable to human emotions? After all, they had turned her into something else with their needles and scalpels........their technology. Glowing maroon gaze fell to the soft flowers and grasses growing wildly at her feet. She remained like this with questions of the past, present and even future flooding through her thoughts leaving her somewhere else other then the meadow that she had ventured to just minutes after the sun had fallen to the other side of the world, forcing vampires and other creatures of the night back in their caves, dens, nests or where ever else they hide their vulnerable skin from the piercing rays of the sun. Thoughts of the sun had turned into memories before her eyes.

When her gaze lifted again, she was standing beside a huge white and red striped tent. This is what they used to house gypsies back in the time. She was no longer a horrid creature without a name, instead a human girl around the tender age of five. She had a grin on, something rarely seen in present times, her long ebony hair disarrayed by wind and playing. Her gaze was on the sun high above her head, oh how she had loved the sun in the days of her youth. She missed running carelessly....obliviously through fields and meadows with that dumb grin. The days of her youth dissipated again, her memories drowned out by the steady clomping of heavy hooves across grasses and dirt.

Eyes opened to find herself standing in the moonlit meadow agian....all too aware of the fangs hanging in her mouth. She was no longer a lovable child, but an aged, hated monster.......without a breed name. Jaw tightened in annoyance. Whomever they where, they had disturbed her inner most thoughts. Sharpening her sight, she spotted a family of two riding a pair of mules. The older one, whom she had already guessed the mother of the family carried the essential tools for painting. A traveling artist? From the clothing the two sported, the family was no where near the spoiled rich she had seen in the cities. Gaze narrowed as the young girl's gaze swept over to her direction.

Lithe, dark form instinctively ducked low as the girl's gaze swept the lands and then returned to her mother. She could hear their conversation perfectly, and even translated it. Over her years, Alice had learned a lot of languages, many of which already forgotten by this generation of humans. Then silence. Complete silence from the humans. It was then she returned from her low crouch and stared in the direction of the humans for another moment. Luckily for them, she had fed yesterday or the might have ended up her midnight snack. Odds were, the family of two would end up meeting with a vampire and becoming it's meal tonight......turning to mere memories in the back of other human's mind. One of the mule's hooves started it's rhythmic beating again, though this time the sound was head directly toward her. She was well aware of the girl's gaze burning into her back before she even turned around. Pale face met a younger face just feet away. And though their gazes locked...neither seemed to utter a word. Thoughts of who or was the girl was filled her mind now........but she said not a word of it. Her cold crimson gaze turning nowhere, aimed at the younger girl and waiting for her to speak first...seeing that she wasn't the conversation starting type.

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Rosa

Rosa blinked her cerulean eyes cautiously, as if this being might move faster than she could blink. The first thing Rosa noticed about the beautiful woman's eyes was that they were red. Zel had said that red eyes ment vampire eyes, but Rosa was smarter than than the average idiot. Breathing in, her chest heaved under the weight of the world. Pulling back on Bonnie's reins, the burro backed up, letting out an uneasy snort. The fimliariaty of something similar to this being- which didn't even register as a human being to Bonnie- made the small burro's forelegs lift in the air, her hind legs piviting around in a circle, and running back to Clyde. Rosa wasn't a trained Lipizzan rider, and Bonnie's act brought her great discomfort. She landed with a thud, which was nothing compared to the frantic whinnies and rythemic beats of the pounding hooves of Bonnie. Rosa blinked in confusion, trying to register what had just happened, and then the pain set in. Rosa soon after began to sob in pain. Being a good mile away, Mama wouldn't have heard her anyways. That always happened when she was painting, she was in another world.
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Daily German lesson ^^