Out For Blood (Open)

[Elod Springfield]

Muddy water splashed up around Elod as he fled the inevitable battle between Ricky and Ayre, his shoes striking the cobblestone pathway with a dull clinking sound. He paused to survey his street-light illuminated surroundings, there was a bar nearby here that he could catch some prey at, to obtain the blood that was vital to his existence. It was times like these that made Elod wonder what the point of it all was, what was the validity of life? So much toil, all for what, to end up becoming a vampire and living like this for all of eternity? Maybe it would be better just to let the hunter kill him. Elod shook himself out of this train of thought viciously, "Stop those thoughts, it'll all make sense some day, I've got forever to figure it out."

Elod stepped into the noisy bar, it was just as he remembered, nothing interesting to note. Change never seemed to come quickly to Dawson. Settling agitatedly in a chair Elod ordered a large shot glass of vodka from the bartender. The room was full of possible miscreants, criminals, and low-lifes. He scanned the various spaces carefully with his tawny gold eyes and eventually settled on a bedraggled looking woman. Elod gulped down his vodka and waited for the opportune moment to intervene, tapping long fingernails on the counter during the interim.

[Noran Von Veinburg]

Walking in from the cold city streets with a small purring lump in his right breast pocket Noran a man of six feet and three inches with a set of hairy arms and hands weaved his way through the crowd with a smile on his face trying not to bump into anyone with his old and beaten black leather trench flowing behind him. Weaving his way to the bar and sat down next too a man eying a woman looking at the man with confusion on his face he shrugged and order himself a traditional German stout. Pondering to himself silently about the troubles of the world and what he could do to fix them in the name of the holy father. Waiting on his beer he turned to the man sitting on his right and asked, "Pardon me good sir but could you tell me where a hotel is? I am new to this town and looking for a place of rest for the night before I go house shopping." Pushing his black John Lennon style sunglasses up his nose as they slipped down.

[Elod Springfield]

Elod glanced up warily as a man sat down next to him, a werewolf, he could tell that much by scent. Moreover, upon closer inspection there appeared to be some kind of small animal wriggling about in one of the pockets on the stranger's trench coat, a cat by the smell of it. Though Elod knew he was no expert on the animal kingdom, not by a long shot, he could identify a few of the more common animals at least. A look of bemusement flickered across Elod's face momentarily, this unusual character had him intrigued, he hadn't seen the werewolf about before and wondered what his purpose in Dawson was. Elod had to admit he was glad when the stranger decided to strike up an impromptu conversation, it gave him an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity. Momentarily distracted from his prospective dinner, Elod's eyes flicked away from the straggly female, "There's one just down the road from here, past the bakery, they usually have rooms open."

[Noran Von Veinburg]

Nodding while taking off his sun glasses and slipped them into the pocket next to the one that the cat was not in. Tapping the bar with his fingers of his left hand and raising the pint saying "So may I offer you a pint courtesy of Noran Von Veinburg of the Teutonic Order?" Noran asked the man eying him slightly trying to guess what his answer would be. Noran quickly drank the pint with lightning speed, Giving a slight hiccup he said, "If I disturbed your hunt creature of the night I do offer my apologies too you." Feeling the hunger pangs shoot throughout his stomach and make him let out a low growl/ "I know how it feels to loose out on your prey."

[Elod Springfield]

A smile crossed Elod's face, how could he resist an offer of free alcohol? This stranger, Noran, seemed like a nice enough fellow. "Thank you," Elod replied courteously, he rarely skimped on manners, "I'm Elod Springfield by the way, pleased to make your acquaintance." The Teutonic Order...Elod had never heard of it before and wondered what it stood for, what it's motives were, if all the members were as amiable as this one. Perhaps, he mused to himself, he would find out in time. "That's quite alright," Elod stated casually in response to Noran's apology, fiddling absent mindedly with his empty shot glass, "There shall be other opportunities." It was a good thing the bar was relatively noisy, else wise someone might've eavesdropped on their conversation, causing a horrendous panic. Humans feared their predators, and with good reason too.

[Noran Von Veinburg]

Laughing Noran ordered two pitchers of Heffeweizen, "I hope you like to drink, because tonight is a drinking night."Waiting upon the beer to arrive I pulled my sleeping cat out. Petting the 10 week old's ginger fur lightly. "This is my kitten Meow Mix, she was given to me by my mentor as a parting gift for setting out here, this is my final test till I achieve my Knighthood." Rubbing Meow Mix between the ears softly waking her up, slowly she opened her dull green eyes and let out an indubitable mew. Scratching her under the chin with my pointer and middle finger I asked, "So do you know if there is any big game hunting out here? You know like moose, bear, elk."

[Elod Springfield]

How could he not like to drink? It was one of his oldest hobbies, he'd been doing it before he became a vampire even. Elod watched as Noran procured a small kitten from his coat pocket; so he had been right about his speculation as to the animal's species after all. Elod admired the bond between some humans and animals, or rather in this case, between a werewolf and his cat. He tended to leave animals to their own business himself, Elod had no particular fondness for them, nor did he have anything against them, he respected them as equals. "You're training to be a Knight?" Elod queried curiously, he hadn't been aware that there were still knights in this day and age, but apparently he had been mistaken. Perhaps, Elod mused, they generally kept to themselves, much as many of the vampires did. After a light pause for a moment of thought, Elod answered the werewolf's question, "I've seen elk and deer in the nearby woods rather frequently, but not any bears or moose, not yet anyhow."

[Noran Von Veinburg]

Not taking his eyes off the cat he checked her out to see if she was hurt as was his normal habit. Gently putting her back in the pocket he sprinkled in a tiny bit of cat food for her. Elod's question amused him and made a smile form upon Noran's lips. "Ja I am training to be a knight, though things have greatly changed for knights. We no longer don on our plate gear and mount our horses and charge into battle." Sighing heavily as Noran wished for those times to be once more. "We still train the same way as we used too, the Knights of my order used to go into combat only when Christianity was threatened or that the pope need the strongest of crusaders. In times of peace we go around setting up hospitals and helping wherever we are needed." As soon as the pitcher arrived Noran slid one over to Elod and raised his own. "To the Hochmeister!"

[Elod Springfield]

Elod bristled as Noran brought up religion, he had a long running vendetta with the church and the pain it had caused him. Even the thought of such memories still caused him to twinge with sorrow, loss, and fury. Still, at least this werewolf was a decent person, or appeared to be at any rate, though that could all change if the man perceived Elod's atheism. In an attempt to distract himself from the tangle of confused emotions, Elod glanced about the room again. The woman was gone, probably off with some equally drunk and wasted male, that was to be expected, he could always find another prey. His attention turned back to Noran as the drinks arrived, and he accepted one of the brimming pitchers. Elod held his own brew aloft, echoing the sentiments of Noran, even though he wasn't entirely sure he meant them.

[Noran Von Veinburg]

Drinking the pitcher in a matter of seconds, he let out a massive belch from deep within his stomach. Noran patted himself down making sure no one had tried to pick pocket him as was his normal paranoid habit. Noticing Elod's cringe at religion he had to ask, "What makes you cringe about religion my good man? I can give you my word as a devout christian that I will do nothing to cause you any harm. I am the helping Christian not the kind that goes around smacking people with bibles telling them to convert." Looking around as the bar emptied Noran sighed happily and said, "Well the night is young still what say you to a night on the town or maybe we go hunting?" Noran arched his back backwards popping his back till his nose reached the ground Meow Mix slipped out of his pocket and Noran tossed her lightly to where she landed on top of the bar and curled back into a ball and went back too sleep. Moving into a handstand with his left arm behind his back and bracing himself on his right he quickly launched himself into the air, mid back flip a cross with snakes curled around it fell from one his pockets unnoticed. Landing on his feat Noran did a half bow and walked his way back to Meow Mix and Elod. "My mother said I should a Gymnast."