It's An Old Story.. (open)

[amandazilla]

Her eyes were dull as the bleak morning coming, with a groan the young woman entered the darkened cave. She looked around the dank musty cavern and tried not to make a face. Riley was new to this area and figured it would be best to visit the chain of command in this land. Having only just arrived from Europe a couple months ago. A strange dream leading her expedition, showing her the route up this mountainside. She felt insane for going on this journey on only dream but what else did she have? No family and no friends left her with little to do, so, why not follow her gut and try to find the sanctuary for her kind.

Although the frigid mountain side and harsh woods hardly agreed with her. She had enjoyed and comfortable lifestyle since she had found out how to commit credit fraud long before her change- camping was scarcely to her taste. Yawning into a cupped hand, she tried to remember how many days she had been walking toward this "vampire mountain". Having had barely stopped to rest and her muscles were aching with fatigue. sliding her backpack off her shoulders she rubbed those tired muscles and stretched out. Her clothes were still in fairly decent shape for this venture, her vampiric blood keeping most of the chill out gave her the excuse to pack light. A light sweater and pair of now ripped jeans and her favorite pair of combat boots being all that was truly necessary, though she kept a black bomber jacket and knit cap on to avoid windburn.

She didn't bother to check this cave when entered, but within moments Riley could smell another scent nearby. With the hair on the back of her neck bristling lightly, she called out tightly. " Who's there? " Every muscle in her wearied body tensing and whimpering in pain. She didn't want to fight, not now- but if her life was at stake what else could she do? " Allez trou du cul, de sortir où je peux vous voir .." She mumbled under her breath in her native tongue as her brown eyes searched for any trace of movement as her hand slid to the hunting knife at her hip...

Mood: Tired and wary.
Wearing:www.polyvore.com/riley/set?id=44046442

[Mika Ver Leth]

What a wonderful thing it was to get out of that cursed mountain. Seriously. It was almost no wonder that Mika had the temper he did, being stuck in there all the time. The infrequent Councils were not nearly enough to make interest of that place; in these times of relative peace, it was so incredibly boring. At first he had been happy to assume his post and get out of the way, but that was decades ago. Mika Ver Leth was young, restless, and mean; if they didn't let him out from time to time he would literally kill somebody.

In short, there wasn't much purpose to this journey other than the sake of being out on a journey. The fresh, cold night air, movement and change of scenery, had done him good. However, it hadn't taken many days for the Prince's foul mood to return with a vengeance, brought on by the hardship that was getting out of this country. Vampires, he concluded as a tired stumble down an icy rock left a deep gash on his thigh, would make the worst real estate agents. He had brought hardly any provisions with him, and any guards who tried to follow would be murdered in their sleep. As much as Mika detested people with all his being, a sight of civilization wouldn't be too unwelcome any time now.

The sky was growing light, meaning that morning was just around the corner. Good timing too. Mika had traveled this particular path enough times before to recognize the landmarks around the way stations. A long and undisturbed sleep in a coffin and human blood was exactly what he needed. He was just approaching where he thought the entrance was when the tense voice of somebody already inside called out. A lone vampire heading in the other direction. Joy.

"Nobody it would be wise to pick a fight with."

Just in case, he kept a hand on the handle of the sword in his belt as he ducked inside.