Shadowofthygods
Knight
((Looking to do kind of a (maybe short) cheesy vampire romance. I'll let whoever is my partner choose the country we are in and all that. Looking for someone to play M in a FxM. He will need to have witch blood but whether he knows he has it or not will be all up to you. PM me if you would like to play. I keep my starters very open-ended and like to move from there, my replies range from 2-5 paragraphs, I am good with smutt and most kinks. Sorry for the blurb.))
'What is a long life worth living if to only exist in agony?'
This thought crossed her mind often as she wondered the night, looking up to the stars. Inhaling deeply she drew in the smells around her, she knew it was rare but those with magic in their blood were the only hope to regain her humanity. 500 years of wandering the earth, trying the remedies of so many cultures to turn the undead back into a human this was the only one she had not yet tried. Though after all the witch hunts and the practice of magic loss this blood if often diluted and unable to be found in the current population.
The blood of a witch was intoxicating to a vampire. Sweet and delicate, like a steak of the highest quality that was prepared perfectly. Though there is a catch, it's said if a vampire drinks this blood they can become addicted to this poison that slowly turned them into a mortal. In addition to this, it would form a contract between the witch and the vampire, making the vampire subservient to the one with magic in their blood. Though most vampires nowadays are those that chose to become the monsters they are she was probably the only one to regret her choice and wished to return to humanity.
'Wait.' She froze in her tracks as her eyes opened. There was a soft sweet smell among the other humans out among the nightlife. Muddled in the booze and the perfumes she began to walk around the plaza, her eyes darting, looking for the source of the delicious scent.
'What is a long life worth living if to only exist in agony?'
This thought crossed her mind often as she wondered the night, looking up to the stars. Inhaling deeply she drew in the smells around her, she knew it was rare but those with magic in their blood were the only hope to regain her humanity. 500 years of wandering the earth, trying the remedies of so many cultures to turn the undead back into a human this was the only one she had not yet tried. Though after all the witch hunts and the practice of magic loss this blood if often diluted and unable to be found in the current population.
The blood of a witch was intoxicating to a vampire. Sweet and delicate, like a steak of the highest quality that was prepared perfectly. Though there is a catch, it's said if a vampire drinks this blood they can become addicted to this poison that slowly turned them into a mortal. In addition to this, it would form a contract between the witch and the vampire, making the vampire subservient to the one with magic in their blood. Though most vampires nowadays are those that chose to become the monsters they are she was probably the only one to regret her choice and wished to return to humanity.
'Wait.' She froze in her tracks as her eyes opened. There was a soft sweet smell among the other humans out among the nightlife. Muddled in the booze and the perfumes she began to walk around the plaza, her eyes darting, looking for the source of the delicious scent.