Russian Clan

[sindanen]

ooc: characters do not necessarily have to be russian... just FYI. mine is though... borrowing my rock rp name minus the TANYA.



bic:
Mikayla Dubrinsky sat in her home, enjoying the current quiet atmosphere. The rest of the family had gone out to enjoy the cloud cover. The clouds had invaded and brought snow with them, lasting these past two days. Hunting would be fun in this weather. Mikayla toyed with the idea of going out for a quick snack. No normal human would be outside in this weather. She did not necessarily need to feed. Her eyes were a dark amber, and the dark coloring under her eyes had not become horrifically noticeable yet.

Finally she decided to make a quick exit for some "fast food". A joke she used among her siblings. The herd of reindeer she smelled nearby would give her a good run, and someone else could have the leftovers..

Without bundling in warm clothes- Mikayla didn't need it- she walked out into the constant snowfall and raised her head. Taking deep breaths, she identified the location of the herd and turned in the proper direction. Instantly her eyes turned jet black, and her breathing intensified. Mikayla broke into a smooth lope toward the forest.

Nearing the edge of the large, snow-covered meadow where the herd rested, Mikayla slowed. Her stance was completely predatory. She had given herself to her senses, and God help any innocent passerby. The true vampire within her screamed for the kill, but the civilized side told her to wait, and evaluate.

No point in going for the weak one... I feel like a run today.

Poising herself, Mikayla broke through the tree line, checking her speed, ready to match it to the slower pace of the deer. It would be so easy to outrun them, but not nearly as much fun.

Setting her eyes on a large, strong-looking buck, she kept close to him, snapping her jaws behind him, letting loose snarls of encouragement to run faster.

After running for nearly half a mile, she pitied the poor creature and jumped on his back, gripping his neck in her jaws. With a quick snap the buck went down. Mikayla made sure to kill him quickly. Keeping prey alive while feeding was so primitive.

She didn't finish all of his blood. The nearby wolves could have the rest of him. That way they would be much more meaty when the whole family went on a hunt. There wasn't anything quite like wolf. The blood of wolves was strong, given their stamina and wild presence. It was like the blood of a bear. So delicious. Never as fulfilling as human blood, but Mikayla had given that up long ago, just like the rest of her family...

[glamorousgnome]

February 27th, 2008-

Vitale paused, the ballpoint pen rolling from his hands somewhere into the plushy desk chair. But when he found it, he pressed it onto the diary page once more and left nothing but a round and fervid ink stain.
What could be said about today?
On pages past he wrote of his thoughts and ambitions, of things he would one day like to accomplish, and quotes that inspired him as the days went by. But today, today he had much to say but was afraid to say it.
No.
The confession from within him would be too sinful to ever utter on even flimsy paper. Shifting his eyes around his room, he snapped off the light beside him and left today’s page blank, for fear that someone would judge him, even the lifeless binding.
In the corner of his room, there sat a pile of books from around the world patiently awaiting the day when Vitale would finish them all and return them to the shelf. The television sat glum and abandoned in the corner, stacked high on top of with old vinyl records and Rolling Stone magazines, obviously hardly ever in use. He swept past them, snatching his parka off of a trunk near the door. Well. A good walk might relax him from his worries, if only for a little while.
His breath spilled away from his mouth in the cold in a way that reminded Vitale of when he used to smoke before he was changed. He coughed and sputtered the first time he tried it, and the village boys laughed at him because he couldn’t handle the cigarettes. When he moved to Los Angeles, he took it up as a habit, and smoked a fortune of them a week. But those days were long gone.
He craved one in a very human way that day, perhaps because the blood he’d drank about an hour ago was polluted heavily with nicotine, yet he couldn’t be sure. Maybe he wanted to smoke right now because he was anxious, and that’s why he took it up in the first place.
He paused beneath a tree nearby the stables, leaning lithely against it in the pose a hunter might take in an old time photograph. Here, he closed his eyes to think. Just one hour ago, he’d been a different man. Every page of his diary was filled up with inspirational quotes, thoughts, aspirations, disappointments- but today he’d made all of them meaningless, so he could not write in his diary today. He had betrayed it.
He loved the family he lived with. They’d all chosen this lifestyle together- one of noble virtue, where they only sparsely hunted game here and there. Game, as in stags and bears-
The guilt stabbed Vitali’s throat when he swallowed.
But today he’d taken to a different kind of game, one far more forbidden.
He’d seen the girl standing by the river, and she’d cut her leg on the rock. She was so beautiful, and he was three feet away from her-
“Hah,” he shook his head as his breath clouded again. Behind him, who could feel the presence of the horses, walking aimlessly back and forth in the stalls. What would they think of him if they knew?
The thought ached him.
His weakness ached him.
He crossed his fingers that they would not be able to smell it on him, and just to make sure, he bent down to the clean, Russian snow, and bathed himself in it. He rolled about, caked it onto his skin, rubbed it through his hair, and even swallowed it. No. This would be his own, horrible, skeleton secret.

[Her Royal Highness]

ooc: ooh i want IN! but what happened to Scotland? no interesting game?

[sindanen]

ooc: nope. Russia is way better food wise.

bic:
Mikayla walked calmly back through the dense wood toward home. Now in a much more approachable mood since feeding, Mikayla was eager to spend time with her family. Deciding that four legs was faster than two, she stood still, undressed and began her change. Fur grew thick on skin, arms became legs, and her fingers turned to pads. Where Mikayla had been, there now stood a regal looking grey wolf.

It was known that some few who were changed to vampire, brought gifts with them into death. During her human years Mikayla had loved animals, and spent nearly all her time with them. Almost as another sense, she could understand animals most better than anyone. And so that trait followed her into her current life. As long as she had tasted the blood of any specific animal, that shape was available to her. Unfortunately, apparel did not change as well.

The grey wolf picked up the few layers of clothing in its mouth and turned to jog toward the secluded house. Nearing the property, Mikayla picked up a familiar scent. Her tail wagged quickly. Vitale. She picked up her speed and ran flat out until she had him in her view. About a hundred feet from him she stopped and sat, still wagging her tail. He was sitting on the snow by the stable, seemingly unmoving.

Dropping the clothes from her mouth, Mikayla gave a few loud yips and barks, waiting for Vitale to turn toward her...

[theliontamer♥]

A snowshoe hare, colored completely white and speckled with a brown and black dusting, picked its way, unaware, across the snow covered landscape, pausing atop a snowdrift and nibbled at a sprig of partially covered roots. Nearly invisible against the powdery white background, only a very well trained eye could spot the little creature.
That well trained eye belonged to the wiry frame sitting, cross-legged, not far off in the snow. Her wispy gold colored hair seemed largely out of place in her rustic setting, but the young woman was in reality quite at home. Her darkly colored jeans were by now covered with tiny white flakes of melting snow, though the cold bothered her not. Her lithe frame was covered by a light sweatshirt in a light green color. Her liquid gold eyes watched peacefully; she was not tracking nor attempting to track. Merely watching.
She preferred the larger game, or at least something that did not nibble on tiny roots, completely at peace. The rabbit hopped within a few feet of her before sensing her presence, and she heard its heart-rate accelerate. Very still, she watched as the rabbit shook out its fur, frightened, and hopped towards a dense thicket of dried brush.

Several long moments later, and looking forward to the warmth of their large and lovely home, she rose to her feet, brushing the melting snow from her clothes. The cold may not affect her, but the wet was a fairly unpleasant sensation. And suddenly Adriana was flying across the snowy fields, feet barely touching the ground, the cool wind pushing her hair back, brushing against her face, a mild chill against her already icy skin.
As she drew nearer she could sense the presence of two of her family members, both outside to enjoy the cloud cover.
She slowed, the front porch looming into view.
"A perfect day to be out, isn't it?" Adriana called, her voice no louder than a normal human's voice, though she was still yards away.

[glamorousgnome]

The snow swallowed Vitale's feet when he moved.

Mikayla stood behind him, with a beautiful, supernatural stance. A breeze rippled her fur about her nose, and she called him for attention.
Vitale thought she was funny when she became a part of the wild she fed off of. He liked wrestling her as a wolf, stroking her as a lynx, and chasing her playfully around as a hare.
But today he could not find the will to enjoy himself.
Instead, he spent his energy trying to punch out the guilt in his throat, the way it reached its arms up to his mouth so that it could reveal itself.
"Mikayla," he spoke softly in greeting, feigning that nothing was the matter. Could she smell it on him? He thought of rolling in the snow again, but knew that it would not matter if it did not come off when he tried that before.
And then his other companion arrived, lithe and beautiful in her hunt through the snow, and he felt distressed, because he wanted them both and now he was alone with both of them.
And guilty.

"Out for a walk?" he asked casually of both of them.

[sindanen]

Mikayla twisted hear head in question to Vitale's seemingly unhappy mood. It was unlike him to be so quiet. She gave a tail swish in response to his calling her name, but trotted toward Adriana. Nearing her she stopped in a playful stance and barked in invitation.

Of all her siblings, Mikayla was closest to Adriana. Perhaps it was that Adriana was younger than her, and so Mikayla felt responsible for her. She felt the need to protect Adriana from the horrors of what being a true vampire could mean. After all, she knew... she had lived that lifestyle.

Unable to wait for Adriana to engage in play, Mikayla spun around and ran wildly around the yard barking and jumping, completely happy in the presence of two of her siblings. These people were her family now. They meant the world to her. Eventually the running bored her and she headed toward Vitale, stopping next to his cold body. She plopped down onto her stomach and placed her head on her paws.

[theliontamer♥]

"You know the answer to that as well as I do, Vitale," Adriana answered, giggling slightly as she approached the energetic Mikayla and the brooding male that sat beside her. She sat swiftly beside him and reached out to scratch between Mikayla's ears.
She recalled briefly how strange this motion had seemed to her when first meeting Mikayla; the notion of essentially 'petting' another human had befuddled her slightly, but now she did so with no questions asked.

"Enjoying the weather?" she asked, addressing both her family members. She laughed at Mikayla's answers briefly as she leaned towards Vitale, a flash of white the only visible sign that she had reached for his arm and squeezed it reassuringly. The liquid gold eyes probed softly. Adriana had a knack for emotions, something that she had brought with her from her human life.
The dread that lingered in Vitale's eyes bothered her, though she doubted he would ever share with them his troubles. Vitale valued privacy above all else, while Adriana had always been very open with her family.
This was just one of the many differences that existed amongst the impromptu family. Adriana edged closer to Mikayla, her fur brushing against the ice-cold skin.

[sindanen]

As Mikayla lay beside Vitale and Adriana, her strong canine nose picked up on a delicious scent. A very forbidden scent.

Human blood.

Sneaking a quick glance at Vitale's face to check the color of his eyes did her no good. The limiting blacks and whites of her current vision did not assist her in assessing the possibilities of Vitale's last meal. She made a mental note to check again once she had phased back to her regular form.

If he had fed upon a human, he would tell her eventually. Mikayla would not punish him for it. Sometimes even the strongest succumbed to temptation. She would love him as she had for the last however many years they had shared as a family. She knew however, that guilt would be eating away at him, and wished she could do something to ease the weight from his shoulders. But he would have to help himself.

Enjoying the current scratching between her ears, Mikayla growled continuously. It was joke in the family that growling was her canine version of purring.

Mikayla knew that Adriana would pick up on Vitale's feelings and would ask her opinion on the matter later.

At the moment however, Mikayla directed Adriana to a spot on her neck that absolutely needed her immediate attention.

[lions_go_rawr]

ooc: here goes

bic:

The white tide of snow that fell from the sky flurried about his view of the landscape. Even with his acute senses, all the male saw was white. He was used to these views, especially in the bitter cold that seemed to be the weather within Russia. Even the dense woods that were surrounding his current location were plagued by the cold snow, making it seemingly impossible for any mortal being to see what was less than a foot ahead of themselves.

Yet Lyov was no ordinary mortal male. As the icy cold wind whipped past his figure, broad and solid, he let his head back and gave his mind to his own instincts. His adrenaline pumped and his body stance changed. Everything human about him was gone, and his eyes, now scanning the trees about him were showing the animal within the human figure.

A break in the wind and he was gone, the ground far below him and the thick trees being his floor. His feet barely moved, yet his muscles flung him from one tree to the next. Back and forth, branch to branch. He completely let his instincts take over him. Yet his concentration was broken and his foot missed its place, slamming him into the trunk of the tree. A loud cracking noise filled the air as the trunk of the old tree snapped in half with the force of the blow that Lyov’s body placed on it.

His distraction had come on behalf of his fellow brothers and sisters, who though being far from his location, he could hear. His senses so in tune that they were a bigger distraction than he thought. All of these thoughts passed through his mind as he lay in the cold snow, chunks of the shattered tree bark surrounding him, a large piece, almost resembling a wooden stake, lay at his side. Ironic how tales and myths such as wooden stakes through the heart could kill the like such as himself. None the less, he got up, shook the bit of sawdust from his clothing, and walked out of the woods, heading towards his home. If any human had walked through the forest after him, it would have seemed like a simple stage of nature, a tree falling, breaking. Yet somehow, in the back of his mind, he knew that there was no way to explain the large number of trees that were now strewn about the ground. “I have got to work on my concentration…” he thought to himself as he walked.

He caught sight of the others as he got closer to home, the group sitting together. He approached his family, grinning like a fool. “The forest is kind of a mess today. You should have seen all of the fallen trees. Seems like something ran into them…”

[Her Royal Highness]

ooc: k. here goes. finally. oye

It was one of those days when Dee most missed her mortality. Sleep. How she longed for it. She was so tired. It had begun to creep up on her inexplicably within the last week, causing her to spend more and more of her time away from the others, either wandering off on long solitary midnight walks or keeping to her room as she was presently, curled upright on the window seat, eyes closed, knees drawn up to her chest encircled by her arms. Dee missed heat as well. She wore a thick woolen sweater and had draped herself in a warm blanket before sitting herself at the window. These things made no difference -- she still experienced no change in body temperature -- but somehow by going through the motions of maintaining warmth she felt closer to experiencing it. Part of her wanted to go downstairs and start a fire for the sake of feeling the real thing but her fatigue overpowered the desire.

The voices of her family carried up from the yard then stirred her out of the nearly blank state of mind she had been trying to reach. Looking down through one of the panes she saw them gathered in the snow, Mikayla in wolf form being pet by Adriana, Lyov aproaching from the edge of the woods, his crazy grin spread wildly across his face, and Vitale. Deirdre didn’t need to look at him to know he was hiding something. Oh well. It would come out eventually.

She often felt herself to be a curse on those she lived with. No one had ever said so much to her, neither did she get that feeling from their behavior towards her. It was a sense generated within herself. Her ability to read others’ honesty automatically told her when anyone was lying or even hiding the truth. She couldn’t turn it off, or tune it out and it gave her the awkward, hypocritical feeling that she was always snooping on others, invading their privacy, something she herself valued highly.

Somewhat reluctantly, Dee forced herself out of her blanketed position at the window and stretched herself out to her full length, hands linked and arms raised high above her head, nearly touching the sloped ceiling as she arched her spine backwards. Her frame was willowy rather than curvaceous, with long graceful limbs. Her face was constructed of smooth, haunting angular features framed by dark red hair that hung just past the jaw line and followed it’s angle. Irish parentage beyond any doubt. Yes, she was definitely the odd one of the group. The story still amazed her.

Having stretched out, she slowly plodded softly down the stairs, still under the influence of the week’s lethargy, bundled herself up, made her way out to the others and stopped next to Adriana, across from Lyov.

You can’t hide away the entire time, she thought to herself.

[Her Royal Highness]

ooc: someone PULEEEZ post here!!!
BD left me really wanting to continue this rp!!! ooye

[The Wolfman]

OOOOO I WANNA PLAY!!!!!!!

[Her Royal Highness]

ooc: then PLAY! lolz

[Her Royal Highness]

ooc: POST HERE DAMMIT! POST HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!