Post by myrkal on Jun 6, 2010 21:11:10 GMT -5
Yulian walks slowly down the streets of Harlem his industrial goth look blending in with the myriad of differing cultures here. He had learned earlier that week of a series of deaths in the area, and seeing it for the vampiric feasts they were he wanted in. So here he was walking around Harlems dangerous streets at night.
'Damnit,' he says to himself , 'Why do I always have to hunt down good parties to crash. They should come to me, I am after all ages older than the pathetic whelps here..." he pauses as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, followed by the crack of something on concrete not far away. A sure warning of danger in Yulians experience. As a result he bursts into motion, his flesh seeming to loosen as he ducks and steps back surprisingly fast, his hands seeming tendonous and somewhat amorphic.
As he moves a huge spiked mace streaks by him, imbedding its iron and silver tips more than an inc into the cinderblock wall behind him. The Kindred wielding it is huge, nearly 8 feet tall and made of leathery pallid skin, somehow bruised even in undeath.
"!," he snarls as he sidesteps another swing as the monster yanks the haft out of the wall almost effortlessly swinging it in the same motion. "You are tenacious..." he grins as the monstrous Kindred comes at him again, "... that does not bode well for your continued existance."
Suddenly Yulians eyes sparkle in pleasure as he yells out in glee. Rage, pure unadulterated and pleasing rage erupts from him in a roar that can be heard more than a block away. As the creature pauses in shock , stunned by the sudden noise, it doesnt notice Yulians hands turning into long, extended talons.
When it does see the talons, it is too late. As the creature swings again Yulian dodges down and to the side slamming his elbow down on the creatures forearm, continuing the Things momentum. As it starts to stumble forward Yulian swings his hand with all his might.
It's talons catch the monstrous Kindred at the bottom of the jawbone, ripping it out and up. Yanking to the point of the veins standing out on his forehead and in his arms he rips the bone, tearing the flesh and muscle severing the lower jaw from the creatures head. Only after he steps back can it be seen how he did this.
His fingers hand lengthened in the punch, sliding in the flesh and wrapped around the bone with practiced ease. When Yulian yanked, those tendrils of his body rent the bone apart. The hand now hands limp the tendrils loosely waving in the wind as Yulian looks down at the Kindred writing on the ground.
"I pity you, your blood is not even worth the effort of this. I must go find bigger ones to consume." Angrily he swings again, his hand slipping up into the creatures brain through the open wound of his mouth. As his hand sinks in Yulian grabs a chunk of the brain and swings it contemptuously down flinging the mass into a scarlet blob of blood on the ground. "Juvenile whelps, think that the instant power is enough to make them strong. I will show them the truth. It is what I have been doing for so long anyway."
Pulling a flask from his jacket he pours the contents on the corpse. Turning he starts walking away, but just as he starts to get out of range he spins and throws a throwing knife at the concrete in the liquid surrounding the corpse. With a clang it hits, making a spark which ignites the kerosene and gasoline mix, engulfing the remains instantly.
He knew it wouldnt hide the cause of death, or anything for that matter, but he loved to make Kindred burn. He pauses for a moment watching the flames dance in the air. "Now its time to hunt down these little parties your friends have around here. Hopefully a few there are stronger than you. I grow hungry for Kindred blood of worth..." he mumbles continuously as he walks away, looking to all who see him as a disturbed young college kid. Exactly the image he tries to convey...
'Damnit,' he says to himself , 'Why do I always have to hunt down good parties to crash. They should come to me, I am after all ages older than the pathetic whelps here..." he pauses as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, followed by the crack of something on concrete not far away. A sure warning of danger in Yulians experience. As a result he bursts into motion, his flesh seeming to loosen as he ducks and steps back surprisingly fast, his hands seeming tendonous and somewhat amorphic.
As he moves a huge spiked mace streaks by him, imbedding its iron and silver tips more than an inc into the cinderblock wall behind him. The Kindred wielding it is huge, nearly 8 feet tall and made of leathery pallid skin, somehow bruised even in undeath.
"!," he snarls as he sidesteps another swing as the monster yanks the haft out of the wall almost effortlessly swinging it in the same motion. "You are tenacious..." he grins as the monstrous Kindred comes at him again, "... that does not bode well for your continued existance."
Suddenly Yulians eyes sparkle in pleasure as he yells out in glee. Rage, pure unadulterated and pleasing rage erupts from him in a roar that can be heard more than a block away. As the creature pauses in shock , stunned by the sudden noise, it doesnt notice Yulians hands turning into long, extended talons.
When it does see the talons, it is too late. As the creature swings again Yulian dodges down and to the side slamming his elbow down on the creatures forearm, continuing the Things momentum. As it starts to stumble forward Yulian swings his hand with all his might.
It's talons catch the monstrous Kindred at the bottom of the jawbone, ripping it out and up. Yanking to the point of the veins standing out on his forehead and in his arms he rips the bone, tearing the flesh and muscle severing the lower jaw from the creatures head. Only after he steps back can it be seen how he did this.
His fingers hand lengthened in the punch, sliding in the flesh and wrapped around the bone with practiced ease. When Yulian yanked, those tendrils of his body rent the bone apart. The hand now hands limp the tendrils loosely waving in the wind as Yulian looks down at the Kindred writing on the ground.
"I pity you, your blood is not even worth the effort of this. I must go find bigger ones to consume." Angrily he swings again, his hand slipping up into the creatures brain through the open wound of his mouth. As his hand sinks in Yulian grabs a chunk of the brain and swings it contemptuously down flinging the mass into a scarlet blob of blood on the ground. "Juvenile whelps, think that the instant power is enough to make them strong. I will show them the truth. It is what I have been doing for so long anyway."
Pulling a flask from his jacket he pours the contents on the corpse. Turning he starts walking away, but just as he starts to get out of range he spins and throws a throwing knife at the concrete in the liquid surrounding the corpse. With a clang it hits, making a spark which ignites the kerosene and gasoline mix, engulfing the remains instantly.
He knew it wouldnt hide the cause of death, or anything for that matter, but he loved to make Kindred burn. He pauses for a moment watching the flames dance in the air. "Now its time to hunt down these little parties your friends have around here. Hopefully a few there are stronger than you. I grow hungry for Kindred blood of worth..." he mumbles continuously as he walks away, looking to all who see him as a disturbed young college kid. Exactly the image he tries to convey...