I am going to post some of my better Rp posts, however conceited it may seem. whee
He walked the dimly lit halls of the mansion with a steady pace and confident stride, his body occasionally shivering with a shock of lightning that seemed to roam over his body like a river runs its course, as blue as ice. His violet eyes scanned the darkness around him, not really looking for anything in particular.As he walked the halls of the mansion he came to sense that another Vampire, or Vampiress in this case, was also within the mansion. He glanced around the corridors and thought he saw a glimpse of gold, the smell of perfume upon beautiful skin. As he did so however, he stopped within the corridor and turned his head back down the dark hallway in which he had come, noting the fact that the candles flicked and died out, leaving wisps of smoke as they did so. Many pairs of blood red eyes glimmered through the darkness as his eyes narrowed as he looked forwards again, his aura intensifying because of his anger. It raged like black flames around him, with blue lightning crackling all around him he might have seemed like a Demi-god in the moonlight. Suddenly he stopped in the middle of the corridor, his body rigid as his hands balled into fists, the lighting crackling even more over his body. "Why do you never learn." he said, his voice dark and cold, his eyes turning sapphire blue as Crimson wings extended from his shoulder blades and spanned the corridor as he turned and cast his eyes upon the lesser vampires and other creatures following him, always so annoying, and always when he found something of interest or worth within the mansion.They hissed and faltered in their steps for only a moment, their eyes glinting blood red in the moonlight that streamed in through the windows of the mansion. Like slithering shadows they advanced upon him, a venerable wave of darkness. His eyes had gone cold and hard, and an annoyed-angry frown crowned his lips as he raised his right hand in front of him, his palm glowing pale blue as energy gathered in his hands as the lightning coursing over his body seemed to converge upon his hand. Jumping lightly into the air he glided backwards, out of the corridor and into the Ballroom/Lounge area of the mansion, power spiking off of him in waves as he continued to gather the energy and Lightning into his palm. He stopped in the middle of the room as they swarmed from the corridor like roaches brought into sunlight. In that instant his whole appearance changed: His hair turned white as new snow, his eyes gone blood red and vibrant as rubies. A Blood-Whip-Scythe appeared from the air behind him as, he grasped it with his left hand he raised his right. The Lightning crackled and grew brighter within his hand, become almost too bright to look upon. It was at that moment, when they swarmed around him, that he released the energy and a blast which broke the sound barrier echoed forth from his hand, the pale blue light blasted through the Vampires and other Demons, destroying them in its radiant swath of destruction. There screams could be heard, echoing around the mansion as they died almost instantly, as the smell of charred flesh and dimisnishing spirit filled the air. Blood splattered the walls and floor but before it could stay long upon them, it seemed to roll like water and twist around him as though caught in a tornado, one of blood that seemed to slowly disappear into his body, his lips parted in a small sigh of pleasure as the blood infused him, his eyes seeming to glow like bloody rubies.
As the last rays of the dying sun reflected through the windows of the edifice, casting a blood red glow upon the interior of the ballroom, the shadows upon the floor and walls lengthened, and cast the room into complete darkness as the sun sank below the horizon. Without so much as a whispered word or indication, the numerous candles around the interior of the room burst into flame, casting flickering shadows and light around the vicinity. Within the middle of the room, where the shadow was most heavily concentrated as it tried to retreat from the light cast by the candles, the shadows surged upwards, like black flames taking to new kindling of a fire. After a moment they subsided and in there place a man stood within the middle of the ballroom within the edifice upon which it was erected. Numerous candles burned around him, casting shadows around and upon him, leaving nothing to be seen from within the cloak. The hilt of a Broadsword glittered at his back, as the light from the dancing flames played over the polished handle, as well as the handles of the twin Katana at his belt.
Opens his eyes slowly and looks about him as he awakens as the sun sinks below the horizon. His room is decorated in 14th century Victorian, complete with four-poster bed and silk sheets. His pale upper body stands out against the blood red of the sheets, his lower body clothed in pitch-black sweats. He stretches his arms above his head for a moment and yawns swinging his feet over the side of the bed; his violet eyes travel around the room and glint in the glow of numerous candles, which floods the room with a soft glow, as the last rays of the dying sun reflect upon the stained glass gothic window at his back, sending creeping shadows of the intricate patterns of the window splaying across his back as he sits with his hands upon the sides of the bed next to him, his eyes fixed down upon the floor as he rolls his neck to loosen it after having been still for so long. His blood-red hair splayed about his eyes as he looked at the floor, giving his eyes a dark, curtained look that contrasted with the mischievous glimmer that shimmered from the light reflected from the candles around him.
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