Torre Evans.

[Sayuri ♥]

OOC Information

Name: Sayuri or Swan =)
Age: eighteen
Gender: female
Contact Info: [e-mail]

The moon was out.

No matter how dangerous night in Venom’s Gate had become, the clarity of the night itself never changed. Perhaps supernatural beasts and fiends alone had pleasant dreams.
But there was someone else here who might have them, too. Here, in the middle of a dense forest, he slept. As if to prove that night in the graveyard was never silent, voices beyond numbering sang from the tops of the oaks or from the dense greenery of a thicket of sweet Mario bushes.

Though the sleeper’s dreams might be peaceful, the graveyard at night was home to hunger and evil. And of all the mysterious blood-red eyes glittering off in the darkness a little way off, and even deeper still, nothing was merely an innocent onlooker.
While everyone who went out through the Gate might not know it, those who actually lived there realized the forests weren’t a wise place to choose for a night of restful sleep. If they absolutely had to sleep in the forest, people would keep a sword in one hand, and shut their eyes only after zipping their sleeping bag up over their heads.

However, the being now surrounded by all these weird creatures seemed completely ignorant of the threats the woods held. Lying on a dead bed of grass, the moonlight shone down on him like a spotlight. While his face couldn’t be completely seen, for a black traveler’s hat covered it, the black long coat, the high leather boots, and, more than anything, the elegant longsword leaning against his shoulder left no room for muddled conjecture or doubt. All those things were meant to adorn someone beautiful. A cyborg horse, as dark as the night itself, stood tethered to the tree the figure rested on, slumbering like its owner.

However, part of his description is still lacking. Watch. When the creatures blanketing the ground come within three feet of the sleeping form, they cease movement as if checked by some unseen barrier. They know. They understand. Though the traveler sleeps, something emanates from his body – a ghastly aura declaring that any who challenge him will die. The creatures of the wild know what the young man actually is, and the part of his description that is absolutely indispensable: He is not of this world.

The young man in black went right on sleeping, almost as if the poisonous mists of the long grass smelled to him like the sweetest perfume. Perhaps the stench of the decaying bodies beneath him also smelled to him like that. Consciousness suddenly spread throughout his body. His left hand took hold of the brim of his hat, and, as he sat up, placed it back on sharply styled black hair. And anything that looked upon him realized that unearthly beauty did indeed exist.

People called him Vae. Thought his eyes had been closed in sleep up until this very moment, there wasn’t even a tiny hint of torpor in them. His black, bottomless pupils reflected another figure in black standing about ten feet ahead of him. Beside him, his horse's cone-shaped, horn-like ears flattened to its skull, and a chilling call rumbled from deep within its throat. It was electric, and nothing like that of a worldly equine.

“Don’t intend to tell me your name, do you?” Vae’s first words also held the first hint of emotion he’d shown. Were they so keen to cause strife so soon after his arrival? It was to be expected.
After all, he was only the most powerful and most wanted Vampire Hunter in the country – and perhaps even in the world.[/size]

[Itou Kyosuke]

A Guard! Yay!

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