Meet and Greet(closed)

[nightredux]

Cly Reaver walked into the Hall of Kheldon Lurt and sniffed the air. The delicious smell of blood and bat broth made his stomach growl. He grinned to himself and grabbed two bowls of broth, a slice of bread and two mugs of blood. He quickly sat down and started devouring his meal, practically moaning at the wonderful(well to him anyway) favors.

(This is a horrid intro and I know it, sry)

[vancha]

Word began to buz with news. The prince, Vancha march had returned! There was however a slight panic, why has he returned? A prince had to stay away from the mountian in case somehting happened to the princes. Of course that was unlikely with the blood stone, large dome and generals willing to lay down their hearts and souls, but still. It waas never hindering to be too carful.

"I came because I missed you guys!" Vancha laughed slightly, he wore his animal skins, he had been on the road and traveled both night and day. His skin was slightly reddish with sunburn, he'd live though. He was only out in the sun for ten minutes, some blood and good food and he'd be good as new! OF course he'd not eat the bat broth cooked for the vampires and generals. Nope. He was going strict on his diet, it showed exactly how extreme he was.

One of the generals scurried away in order to accommodate the picky prince. He didn't try to be picky, but he didn't want to be too comfortable either. There was no news but he had come to talk with the other princes, he wanted to touch base with em. Until then, there was always a little bit of time to relax and kick back! Maybe take in a little bit of ale too. He smiled at the idea he sat down at one of the tables, people bowed in his presence happy to see the most traditional green haired prince return to the vampire mountain.

[nightredux]

Reaver heard the hall come alive with whispers as he drained the last of his broth. Something about a Prince coming back...Reaver strained his ears to catch any interesting words. "I heard it's Vancha March..." he overheard another vampire saying.

Oh dear...that dude always smells like rotting meat. Also, after all these years I still don't understand what's with those skins he wears. He seems pretty cool though. Reaver chugged down his mug o blood, but was so overwhemled by the smell he didn't notice the smell of rotting meat coming closer. He put his mug down and noticed everyone was staring at him. No, not at him...Cly turned his head to the left and nearly spit out his drink.

"It's him!!!! Vancha!!! He's sitting right next to me!!! AHHHHHHHH, What do I say, what do I do!!!!!! as he said this in his head he didn't realize he was acting like a fish out of water, failing his arms around like a child.

[vancha]

Vancha seemed to take no mind of the overexited Cly Reaver. Instead he took a cup of blood and talked with one fo the vampires. Everyone was happy to see him, though some were worried his arrival brought some horrible news. It didn't! Ha!

He thought talking with some one, then the vampire, Steffan Irve turned his attention to Cly. He looked funny... Vancha drank, one of the woman vampires brought him a plate with some raw meats on it, he took one and munched contently on it for a few moments, then he set it down and glanced to where Steffan was looking.

"Have we met before?" Vancha asked as he took out a bone from the meat and placed it on the plate he was given, he took a drink of blood from his mug. He was curious as to who he was. he looked familiar, he probably has seen him once or twice before passing the hall, or passing paths but never talking before. Hmm... thoughtfulness.

[nightredux]

Reaver stopped flipping out and composed himself "Um...no...We've probably seen each other in the halls though." "I've smelled you before, I know that much. Reaver drank some more from his mug. "Why would you care, Prince?" he asked kindly. Everyone gasped and Reaver narrowed his eyes "Would you all shut up, I was asking a damn question." He buried himself in his mug and muttered "Just a question, god."

He swiped another mug from a passerby and everyone gasped again. "Oh come on!!! Anyone who knows me, knows I do this, c'mon grow up you crazed children." Reaver got up and walked though the crowd muttering to himself. "Grow a pair, why don't you."

[vancha]

Vancha listened to what he had to say. He then broke out in a fit of laugher. He haunched over and laughed. It was funny in a way! He was so young but he knew that wasn't the case and he acted like such a child! He laughed. It wasn't something welcomed, laughter?

Come on, they all expected him to do something rash, which he would but still. The hilarity was simply lost on everyone else. He chuckled then there was a loud thud, he was quite spry for some one as old as he. The green haired vampire had Reaver's face in the table one hand keeping his head planted firmly. He didn't become a prince for nothing!

"your funny, but you should show some more respect to a prince. After all, we have the power here and you should know that." Vancha chuckled still from what he had said before, he let his face become aquatinted with the cold table before letting him go. He sat back down and then adjusted his animal skins he wore. A few were purple, why? because, why not?!

The room gradually returned to it's cheery atmosphere, it seemed like if Vancha was not insulted, nor would they take offense to such behavior. Even though it was asking for a good whooping, so to speak.

[nightredux]

Reaver rubbed his chin where Vancha had slammed it into the table. "I-im sorry my prince." Reaver bowed and slowly sat down arcoss the table from the prince. "Er...um..anything I can do to make it up to you, my prince?" "Gettng a bit tired of saying 'prince' everytime I say something. I mean he does everything a regular vampire does, he just has a very fancy title, hehe. From what I can tell he's really earned it. Reaver's eye drifted to Vancha's waist where all his shrikens were."
(Sry its short all stuff)

[vancha]

Vancha chuckled this boy was just so funny! The way he talked, the way he seemed to carry himself in front of the green haired prince, it was a hilarious spectacle to him. Then finally he said, "nope, nothing you can do. Just don't do it again." he grabbed his mug and began drinking the warm blood in it. Normally, he would jsut hunt for his own but he knew no humans were near the mountains, too many wolves. Wolves, he'd get aquatinted with them later.

The vampire with purple animal skins, green hair and red skin got up from the bench then turned his back to Reaver he nodded to Steffan Irve then he headed off to go speak with the princes. There wasn't any news, he just wanted to see if anything cool happened here in the mountain.

Eh.... long shot, the place was bring! Why he stayed away often, he was happy for that and the fact none of the princes seemed to object though he knew MIka itched for adventure, ugh, he couldn't stand being trapped in the stone cavernous cages of the mountain. He'd not give up his spot, thus, he'd simply not bring it up! a clever solution, no? Well.. it is!

[vancha]

Vancha chuckled this boy was just so funny! The way he talked, the way he seemed to carry himself in front of the green haired prince, it was a hilarious spectacle to him. Then finally he said, "nope, nothing you can do. Just don't do it again." he grabbed his mug and began drinking the warm blood in it. Normally, he would jsut hunt for his own but he knew no humans were near the mountains, too many wolves. Wolves, he'd get aquatinted with them later.

The vampire with purple animal skins, green hair and red skin got up from the bench then turned his back to Reaver he nodded to Steffan Irve then he headed off to go speak with the princes. There wasn't any news, he just wanted to see if anything cool happened here in the mountain.

Eh.... long shot, the place was boring! Why he stayed away often, he was happy for that and the fact none of the princes seemed to object though he knew MIka itched for adventure, ugh, he couldn't stand being trapped in the stone cavernous cages of the mountain. He'd not give up his spot, to be able to roam without guilt of neglecting prince duties, to be free! thus, he'd simply not bring it up! a clever solution, no? Well.. it is!

[nightredux]

Reaver's face betrayed no emotion as Vancha got up and walked away. "Since your last visit, nothing has happened. Same old, same old." Reaver sipped some blood and layed his head on his hand, sighing.
(Rly sorry but not much I could think of sry)

[vancha]

Vancha walked off down the hall. He pondered some things, hmm.... thoughtfulness. He walked he got to he hall of the princes and went inside he spoke with them, then went out he rubbed his head. Aye! Who knew it could be so much trouble to just pop in and say howdy!

He walked heading off to rest in the mountain for the night, then he would be back on the dirt road. Him, the road and the sun! He spat near the wall, his spit thick and green. He then continued on his way going to find a vacant room to sleep in.