Dusk and Dawn

[Elven.Beauty]

The meaning to one persons life thrived from dusk and dawn, these two times of day that drew the beginning and end for the night time, were the source of living to a young vampire. This world was ever changing and he had to be more on guard especially during dawn when he would search for the shadows to shield him from the dangers of day. He was still young with a thrist ever scratching the back of his throat and his gut constantly twisting into a knot due to hungry, the everyday torchure of being a vampire. Even with this constant struggle, he had managed to contain his thrist and live his life under the night sky. Nature was the best defense against the day, it's thick forests shielding him from the sun and it held plenty of dark caves that he could tuck away in. The towns and villages were pleasant during the night, some even welcomed the different types of creatures that this world held, but not all people were willing to have creatures such as himself around. He only occasionally traveled to towns, only to compell people to let him drink from them from time to time, so that he wouldn't die of hunger.

It was just after dusk and Makoto had just left the safety of a cave that was tucked away in some old ruins that probably were the last traces of some old town from years ago. Down a thin road was what seemed to be a newer town, his crimson eyes scanning the night as he finally decided it would be good to go feed, it had been several weeks now since he last fed and he had started to grow weak with rather dark circles underneath his eyes. Heading off he took a human like stride down the road, not wanting to use any unnessacary energy before he found someone to feed on. A couple miles of walking and he finally reached the entrance of town, he wore a dark cloak as he strolled through searching for his breakfast.

 

[Saxis Bloodborne]

In the small town a young man with red hair bright blue eyes made his way slowly through the town square. He had his hood down revealing his face a slight curse mark on the right side of his neck. It did cover his face at one time, but he managed to control it's thirst for blood. The man had on a black Cloak but underneath his cloak was a black sleeveless shirt. With a red sash wrapped around his waist. On his legs he had black pants with leather shin high boots. Over his right should was a red scythe. The scythe had a very dark ominous feel to it like a demonic presence was bound to the weapon.

He made his way through the town square getting to the market square to pick up a few supplies he needed to continue on his journey. He found a new satchel better than his old one that was ripped apart after a few unwanted battles in his time. The satchel was a plain leather but looked very durable. He looked towards the vendor and held out his hand giving him some coin and took the satchel. He then made his way to a wooden bench and sat down as he transferred three flasks that were filled with blood to keep his hunger at bay until he had to refill them again