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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 22, 2010 11:50:25 GMT -5
He caught Draven's sarcasim but decided to let it slide. He wasn't the mood in smacking the mercenary in the side of the head, and he needed to eat as well. Since the general was going to be the lead, he took the front. He sniffed the air, checking if there were any deer nearby. So happen with luck, he caught the scent of a deer. "Comeon, follow me." instructed Valmar.
They walked for a good 20 yards in the direction of the scent before coming across a cliff. The drop was a good 15 ft, but right below them was the deer. It was grazing on the grass, undisturbed by the vampires' above it. "So, you think you can get that deer from here."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 22, 2010 12:02:42 GMT -5
Draven didn't answer. He crouched at the top of the cliff, the tip of his sword's sheath touching the ground. His cloak scrunched up around his feet as he stared down at the deer below. His bronze eyes locked on the creature's neck and then he leapt, cloak billowing up behind him as he dropped. Shifting while in a drop wasn't easy, but he managed to turn himself sideways so that he would land beside the deer rather than on top of it. And with a thump, he hit the ground, legs bunched up as he lunged forward. The animal was thrown from its feet with Draven's arms around its neck and his fangs tearing its throat out. He didn't wait for Valmar; the deer was officially dead and Draven's hunger was too much for him to hold back.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 22, 2010 19:39:47 GMT -5
Valmar was quite pleased with Draven's take down. Though, while the general would of tackled the animal down, the mercenary's attack was quite efficent. The Roman jumped down and went to see the damage at close hand. He could tell his companion was quite hungry indeed. He watched him feast on his prey, like a spectator watching a gurisome battle.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 22, 2010 19:53:38 GMT -5
Draven felt full by the time he sat back from where he'd been hunched over the deer's neck. Hands, mouth, and chin covered in red blood, he turned his bronze eyes up to Valmar, the color dulled with content satisfaction. He could feel the strength making its way through his veins as the meal began to spread through him. And he hadn't finished what was in the creature; no, there was still plenty for another vampire to feast on. With a sigh, he dropped back and lowered his gaze, resting his arms on his knees and staring at the dead creature in front of him. "Thought you were hungry, too," he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he turned his eyes back up to the general. "Or were you just trying to give me a hand and be a 'friend'? I wouldn't believe it if you said that were true."
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 22, 2010 20:23:36 GMT -5
"I'm a little hungry," replied the General, "But, I would rather have you take the first bite, afterall, you did take it out." Yeah, it was a mixture of both. Valmar was hungry, but it wasn't driving him to the point of insanity. Pretty much, he wanted know Draven more, to see if he could trust him. Though, since Draven wasn't going to eat the entire deer, he figure he could munch on some of it. He tore a huge chuck of meat by its leg. While chewing on it, he asked, "So Draven, how long have you be a soldier of fortune for?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 22, 2010 20:42:40 GMT -5
"Somewhere around five hundred and fifty years," Draven answered, raising a brow. "Why does that matter?" He really didn't see the need to know that information. It wasn't useful, in his opinion. But whatever, if Valmar wanted to know, who cared? He leaned back on his hands after unclasping his cloak and letting it fall to the ground, letting his hands support him as he watched Valmar. The general was taking more interest in him than he was comfortable with, but for the sake of keeping an eye on him, Draven was just going to let him ask questions.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 22, 2010 20:54:01 GMT -5
"I'm just checking your history, that's all," casually replied Valmar. Yeah, it was side chat, but it was better than silence. After finishing his piece of meat, his stomach was settled. He wondered if Draven was done or was going to finish the whole deer. It seemed like a waste of fresh meat. Maybe some coyotes will eat it, but he didn't care.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 23, 2010 7:56:59 GMT -5
Draven shrugged and got to his feet. He was finished with the carcass and now he wanted something to drink, something to knock the senses out of him. He looked in the direction of Tiaelde, then at Valmar. Stooping down, he picked up his cloak and threw it over his shoulder. "So, do you think it would be wise of me to get clean before going anywhere?" he asked, not really wanting to do anything more than go drink. In truth, he could care less what humans saw on him at the moment. He was tired and just wanted alcohol or something along those lines. And so he was almost unwilling to clean himself up so that he wouldn't be figured out or seen. Though, being a mercenary meant there were going to be moments where he was coated in blood and grime.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 24, 2010 14:24:46 GMT -5
"Well, the town folk of Tiaelde don't care much about appearance. We do have an 'invisible' grip on them," answered Valmar, "However, it would be best for you to clean up. Afterall, we can be civilized." The general smirked. "Well, I think I should be going. I need to get cleaned up afterall. Here's your payment." He pulled out a bag of gold coins and tossed them at Draven. "I decided to tip you a little extra. Anyways, I'll see you at the Mountain Goat." He then turned back and walked back to the caves."
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