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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 33
Over the next day, I was kept away. Cyrus had strict orders to keep me in Kurda’s room, not for a hostage or a playmate – ouch, ‘mate’ – but to keep me from seeing what would happen. Kurda stated that he had gone through the trouble of making my name clear – which it was to begin with – and he didn’t want to be the reason if I should damn myself by reacting to his ‘arrest’. Yes, the vampaneze would ‘arrest’ him as they handed over the Stone to the rest of the vampaneze. The small group he had now were waiting outside. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I tried
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 32
There were many rocks at the bottom. The fall was grand and the force in which my body met those rocks was fierce. The cracks I heard from several bones sounded louder in the water. I couldn’t breathe at first, the pain too much. Then darkness, nothing… Was it death? Several minutes passed. The sun was rising when I opened my eyes. No, I was alive. I wanted to look around but I was both too tired and too cold to do so. I lay on the banks of the river. How far was I from the waterfall? I couldn’t hear it…I had to be far. My foot was submerged in the water. How did I get here? Better yet, how did I survive the cold? I tr
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 31
I was briefly disoriented when I first woke. I looked around, warm from more than just the source of the fire that burned softly. When I made to roll onto my back, I felt that second source of warmth against me. It was…moving. Slowly. Rhythmically. I carefully shifted and pushed up on my arm. It was Kurda! He was…sleeping and…naked. I was naked. Blood filled my face as I recalled last night. Oh…I hope I didn’t wake anyone. I grinned at it all though. So we were mates. I smiled at this. We had slept together last night. The body of this man, my gods… He looked peaceful, I thought as he slept. I carefully rai
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 30
I think most of the vampires knew who their soon-to-be-Prince had an interest in. Of all people, it would be the half-vampire that showed promise, they said. If it wasn’t obvious by our shared stares, smiles, and touches, then our lingering scents on each other confirmed it. Soon, they whispered, we would probably become mates. After the ceremony, of course. The second day of the festival was spent drinking, fighting more, and the like. Kurda and I tried to spend most of it together despite the calls to fight. I was relieved, however, to see that Crepsley, despite his scowling, did not challenge Kurda. I wondered if Seba had said someth
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 29
Needless to say, I chose not to do the Trials. The last vampire arrived the next day which signaled the start of the Festival of the Undead. Between the previous evening and now, Kurda and I had separated for business – him Princes, me Vanez. He hadn’t been at dinner and neither had I. I still wasn’t ready to face Crepsley, scared of the chance that my provocation might have failed. So when the news came this morning, it all became a rush. We gathered at the dining hall for the Princes to speak. I spotted the orange vampire across the way – how could I not? – and tried to turn and hide when I bumped into an older
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 28
It finally hit me why I was hesitant to show my wounds with pride to Kurda. While we were at dinner later that evening, I found my gaze lingering a bit more on Kurda than normal. I thought no one noticed, but judging by Crepsley’s grumpy mood, he must have. The blond vampire, however, didn’t seem any wiser. In the middle of it all though, I knew. I didn’t want to gloat about my injuries to Kurda because I knew that he appreciated something else: the mind. I was conflicted almost immediately. Kurda wasn’t a normal vampire by any means…and evidently neither was I. But I wanted to be. I wanted to prove my worth, tha
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 27
I made a decision the next day. No more tears. No more panic. No more…nothing. I let myself experience the emotions and doubts last night. That was it. I resolved to prove myself worthy of being a half-vampire. Last night’s breakdown had happened and now I must rebuild myself from it, on it…I was determined. So despite the lingering soreness and fading bruises, I went to the Hall of Sports after a quick breakfast. Alright, perhaps I was avoiding the usual folks – Crepsley included. I greeted Vanez with a smile and spoke briefly. It didn’t take long to find someone who wanted to fight hand-to-hand. Or with swo
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 26
It was interesting to hear them, the Princes, attend to business. I tried to picture Kurda up there a few times – and succeeded – which only made me a bit more nervous to sit so close to him. Paris reminded me faintly of the typical grandfather type. Mika looked a bit unnerving – he reminded me of a raven – and I shifted in my seat whenever I felt, or thought I felt, his gaze flicker over me. Arrow, whose story was whispered to me by Crepsley, looked fierce and…honestly, I felt sympathy. I couldn’t blame him for his hatred of the vampaneze. To lose someone you love to them…I looked at my feet. When I
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 25
Commotion and chaos filled the room we walked into. It was huge, probably larger than the dining hall! Grunts, shouts, and clanks of weapons echoed in it. I looked around with my jaw hanging, surprised. “Whoa.” No wonder Crepsley had persisted and kept up the sparring lessons with me. I didn’t feel quite as intimidated looking at all the fighting, but it did blow my mind. “These are the Hall of Sports.” Kurda said over the racket. When I turned to look around, I saw a spear slit past his eye. I yelped and covered my mouth. The man only laughed! He laughed and congratulated his opponent. “He, he just lost a
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 24
The rest of the day was spent following Crepsley. We visited different halls but mostly sat and chatted with his old friends to catch up. His mood had increased significantly since the morning. I listened to all the stories between sips of wine, entertained by it all. It felt good to simply exist after so many weeks of travel and struggle. Throughout the tales of all the vampires, I couldn’t help but notice a common theme. Even in my constant fuzzy state – damn that wine was good – I realized that they were all…aggressive. That was, they pushed themselves to the limits and past for…no reason other than to say the
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 33
Over the next day, I was kept away. Cyrus had strict orders to keep me in Kurda’s room, not for a hostage or a playmate – ouch, ‘mate’ – but to keep me from seeing what would happen. Kurda stated that he had gone through the trouble of making my name clear – which it was to begin with – and he didn’t want to be the reason if I should damn myself by reacting to his ‘arrest’. Yes, the vampaneze would ‘arrest’ him as they handed over the Stone to the rest of the vampaneze. The small group he had now were waiting outside. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I tried
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 32
There were many rocks at the bottom. The fall was grand and the force in which my body met those rocks was fierce. The cracks I heard from several bones sounded louder in the water. I couldn’t breathe at first, the pain too much. Then darkness, nothing… Was it death? Several minutes passed. The sun was rising when I opened my eyes. No, I was alive. I wanted to look around but I was both too tired and too cold to do so. I lay on the banks of the river. How far was I from the waterfall? I couldn’t hear it…I had to be far. My foot was submerged in the water. How did I get here? Better yet, how did I survive the cold? I tr
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 31
I was briefly disoriented when I first woke. I looked around, warm from more than just the source of the fire that burned softly. When I made to roll onto my back, I felt that second source of warmth against me. It was…moving. Slowly. Rhythmically. I carefully shifted and pushed up on my arm. It was Kurda! He was…sleeping and…naked. I was naked. Blood filled my face as I recalled last night. Oh…I hope I didn’t wake anyone. I grinned at it all though. So we were mates. I smiled at this. We had slept together last night. The body of this man, my gods… He looked peaceful, I thought as he slept. I carefully rai
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 30
I think most of the vampires knew who their soon-to-be-Prince had an interest in. Of all people, it would be the half-vampire that showed promise, they said. If it wasn’t obvious by our shared stares, smiles, and touches, then our lingering scents on each other confirmed it. Soon, they whispered, we would probably become mates. After the ceremony, of course. The second day of the festival was spent drinking, fighting more, and the like. Kurda and I tried to spend most of it together despite the calls to fight. I was relieved, however, to see that Crepsley, despite his scowling, did not challenge Kurda. I wondered if Seba had said someth
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 29
Needless to say, I chose not to do the Trials. The last vampire arrived the next day which signaled the start of the Festival of the Undead. Between the previous evening and now, Kurda and I had separated for business – him Princes, me Vanez. He hadn’t been at dinner and neither had I. I still wasn’t ready to face Crepsley, scared of the chance that my provocation might have failed. So when the news came this morning, it all became a rush. We gathered at the dining hall for the Princes to speak. I spotted the orange vampire across the way – how could I not? – and tried to turn and hide when I bumped into an older
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 28
It finally hit me why I was hesitant to show my wounds with pride to Kurda. While we were at dinner later that evening, I found my gaze lingering a bit more on Kurda than normal. I thought no one noticed, but judging by Crepsley’s grumpy mood, he must have. The blond vampire, however, didn’t seem any wiser. In the middle of it all though, I knew. I didn’t want to gloat about my injuries to Kurda because I knew that he appreciated something else: the mind. I was conflicted almost immediately. Kurda wasn’t a normal vampire by any means…and evidently neither was I. But I wanted to be. I wanted to prove my worth, tha
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 27
I made a decision the next day. No more tears. No more panic. No more…nothing. I let myself experience the emotions and doubts last night. That was it. I resolved to prove myself worthy of being a half-vampire. Last night’s breakdown had happened and now I must rebuild myself from it, on it…I was determined. So despite the lingering soreness and fading bruises, I went to the Hall of Sports after a quick breakfast. Alright, perhaps I was avoiding the usual folks – Crepsley included. I greeted Vanez with a smile and spoke briefly. It didn’t take long to find someone who wanted to fight hand-to-hand. Or with swo
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 26
It was interesting to hear them, the Princes, attend to business. I tried to picture Kurda up there a few times – and succeeded – which only made me a bit more nervous to sit so close to him. Paris reminded me faintly of the typical grandfather type. Mika looked a bit unnerving – he reminded me of a raven – and I shifted in my seat whenever I felt, or thought I felt, his gaze flicker over me. Arrow, whose story was whispered to me by Crepsley, looked fierce and…honestly, I felt sympathy. I couldn’t blame him for his hatred of the vampaneze. To lose someone you love to them…I looked at my feet. When I
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 25
Commotion and chaos filled the room we walked into. It was huge, probably larger than the dining hall! Grunts, shouts, and clanks of weapons echoed in it. I looked around with my jaw hanging, surprised. “Whoa.” No wonder Crepsley had persisted and kept up the sparring lessons with me. I didn’t feel quite as intimidated looking at all the fighting, but it did blow my mind. “These are the Hall of Sports.” Kurda said over the racket. When I turned to look around, I saw a spear slit past his eye. I yelped and covered my mouth. The man only laughed! He laughed and congratulated his opponent. “He, he just lost a
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People -Ch 24
The rest of the day was spent following Crepsley. We visited different halls but mostly sat and chatted with his old friends to catch up. His mood had increased significantly since the morning. I listened to all the stories between sips of wine, entertained by it all. It felt good to simply exist after so many weeks of travel and struggle. Throughout the tales of all the vampires, I couldn’t help but notice a common theme. Even in my constant fuzzy state – damn that wine was good – I realized that they were all…aggressive. That was, they pushed themselves to the limits and past for…no reason other than to say the
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Written by: Shinigami-no-Miko January 04, 2013 Death Owns a Merry Laugh No one knows the thoughts in this head, When it was I began to romance the dead. Each corpse met is lovelier than the last, Through my hands their mortality is cast. Greetings from the head of that noble family; Wretched queen's orders weigh small shoulders heavily. Before I'll guide you along your path… You know payment is a first rate laugh. A snicker, a chortle, a giggle, and guffaw, Such sounds, musical and glorious, leave me in awe. As new humorous tales are gradually unfurled, My need is nurtured, more laughter in this world. Prepared for you, my spec
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There are good days & there are bad days. Today, ironically, happens to be a bad day. BUT! I must try to re-train my way of thinking...must try to resist the urge to fall into desperation and leave blood on my own lovely flesh. Sigh.
Fuck you University folks! :) You suddenly think a Costume Contest on Nov 1st wouldn't be a "good idea"? Well, I'm still going as a Ravenclaw student. And it's funny, because I'm the President of the organization you're "hosting". So #fuckprofessiona ...
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Thank you so much for the fav!!! :hug::iconmonkeyloveplz:

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Thanks for watching~ Hope to have a new photo set up soon.
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Thank you for watching :3 ^^ :hug:
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