( ooc: warning for vampires trying to feed in the second prompt! )
fear; ( There's too many heartbeats ringing in her ears. Too much silence until the sktt- sktt- sktt- of a bug, the pervasive noise of something skittering along the earth. Her fingers touch what's beneath her and finds-
dirt, wet with the touch of light rain that drizzles onto her nose, her face, her clothes.
Eva finally opens her eyes and darts up before the twisted, pale form of a monster she's never seen before slams its leg into the earth.
The throb of heartbeats sounds so much louder after months in Antonia's estate, enough to bring a twitch to Eva's eye, to throw her off balance as her stomach growls; three months without feeding isn't the longest she's gone, but after so long in Antonia's care, with blood bags a plenty, the throb of every nearby living creature throws it into the spotlight. )
Damn-
( This thing won't let up, and it's only vampiric survival instinct that has her moving before it attacks again, her feet leading her backwards as she considers her options.
Run, or... )
Sorry, dad.
( The words are muttered to herself as magic sparks electric blue at her fingertips and she presses it into the ground, lightning arcing over and around her. A cage.
The monster shudders as it tries to charge her again and hits it, screeching in pain, and Eva sighs with relief. )
love; ( The hunger still growls. Still eats at her. And why is she denying that part of her? She's came so far. Always working. Always trying to be a great hunter, until her family's myriad of enemies ruined her life. Made her abandon a master's degree! All for the sake of some old guy a thousand years ago decreeing he'd use his cages to kill vampires.
Kind of bullshit, the more she thinks about it.
And besides, hasn't Antonia spent years teaching her that it's not that simple? That monsters are more than just the undead vs the living? It's hardly Eva's fault that she's stuck like this. She's just doing what she needs to do to take care of herself.
Who wouldn't?
A smile curves her lips as she approaches the nearest person, skirts swishing around her ankles as she approaches. )
eva blair; original
fear;
( There's too many heartbeats ringing in her ears. Too much silence until the sktt- sktt- sktt- of a bug, the pervasive noise of something skittering along the earth. Her fingers touch what's beneath her and finds-
dirt, wet with the touch of light rain that drizzles onto her nose, her face, her clothes.
Eva finally opens her eyes and darts up before the twisted, pale form of a monster she's never seen before slams its leg into the earth.
The throb of heartbeats sounds so much louder after months in Antonia's estate, enough to bring a twitch to Eva's eye, to throw her off balance as her stomach growls; three months without feeding isn't the longest she's gone, but after so long in Antonia's care, with blood bags a plenty, the throb of every nearby living creature throws it into the spotlight. )
Damn-
( This thing won't let up, and it's only vampiric survival instinct that has her moving before it attacks again, her feet leading her backwards as she considers her options.
Run, or... )
Sorry, dad.
( The words are muttered to herself as magic sparks electric blue at her fingertips and she presses it into the ground, lightning arcing over and around her. A cage.
The monster shudders as it tries to charge her again and hits it, screeching in pain, and Eva sighs with relief. )
love;
( The hunger still growls. Still eats at her. And why is she denying that part of her? She's came so far. Always working. Always trying to be a great hunter, until her family's myriad of enemies ruined her life. Made her abandon a master's degree! All for the sake of some old guy a thousand years ago decreeing he'd use his cages to kill vampires.
Kind of bullshit, the more she thinks about it.
And besides, hasn't Antonia spent years teaching her that it's not that simple? That monsters are more than just the undead vs the living? It's hardly Eva's fault that she's stuck like this. She's just doing what she needs to do to take care of herself.
Who wouldn't?
A smile curves her lips as she approaches the nearest person, skirts swishing around her ankles as she approaches. )
Excuse me...
( Mind helping a lady out? )
wildcard;
( hit me with something else, maybe? )