Post by Romal on Apr 8, 2014 5:46:51 GMT -6
Many moons had passed since Romal had the freedom literally or of mind to be out alone in the city of Lacrimosa without creating utter havoc or going on a homicidal attack against one member or another of his family. Tonight and for the last week Romal had been stretching his legs having left the mansion and his brothers, they were probably waiting on tender hooks for him to snap or have his frail mental state crumble again having spent so much energy and pain trying to restore it, Romal didn't much care though he had been crawling the walls fed up of being a prisoner in his own home and eventually after much deliberation and arguments he had been allowed out without escort.
His ventures had not been without incident. The first night he lost his mental balance upon running into a group the noise and chaos of it all had him in a panic and he returned home promptly. Since then he had pressured himself into spending more and more time outside and it seemed to be working he could now stand almost any social situation.. as well as he ever did anyway.
Things had changed though, he had become like a cliff face battered by heavy storms at first there hadn't been much change but with each assault more of its layers chipped and eroded away until eventually it would be totally unrecognizable. Romal was different, things he used to take joy in no longer seemed as fun and his moral stance had changed dramatically. In the past he would have helped someone in need now he felt no inclination to do so, why should he? Chaos and pain had been thickly spread upon his life why should he not watch others suffer the way in which he had suffered.
With that in mind he had started to hunt again, allowing his demonic side a certain amount of leeway, they were not able to bury the demon away as they had done in the past but Romal had some how developed a way of co-exciting with it, he would let it kill to it's hearts content. He would let it feed, something Romal had not done for many years having lived from blood stores.
"Stop with the sobbing" his voice carried itself differently a lower pitch almost echoing upon itself, it had been that way since his brothers had saved him a little reminder to them all that no matter what they did Nero had left his mark buried deep within Romal's being.
His feet carried him forwards not more then three steps as his large onyx eyes bore down into the paled face of his prey. She was pretty when he had started out.. not so much anymore but hell no one would care for a little street whore not even the Matashina's would bat an eye lid at knowing she had been hunted from their lands as long as it didn't bring publicity.
The sobbing was turning into pleading, it was a circle round and round, she cried, she begged it was getting boring and Romal had lost interest now as had his demon.
Stooping down his cold fingers curled around her throat the young girl kicking against the path of the alley way in an attempt to get away only made a sadistic smile twist his lips into a cruel mocking expression, her scream was promptly stopped by his hand tightening around her bruised flesh keeping it in. "We could have kept going all night if you were more willing to play along" he sighed his head cocking to the side as he once again looked her over before making his plunge forward his fangs piercing through his gums stretching his teeth into dozens of vampiric spikes which sunk into the flesh of her shoulder and lower neck. He would drain her fast he always did the sounds of a struggling heart something to complete his night with.
His ventures had not been without incident. The first night he lost his mental balance upon running into a group the noise and chaos of it all had him in a panic and he returned home promptly. Since then he had pressured himself into spending more and more time outside and it seemed to be working he could now stand almost any social situation.. as well as he ever did anyway.
Things had changed though, he had become like a cliff face battered by heavy storms at first there hadn't been much change but with each assault more of its layers chipped and eroded away until eventually it would be totally unrecognizable. Romal was different, things he used to take joy in no longer seemed as fun and his moral stance had changed dramatically. In the past he would have helped someone in need now he felt no inclination to do so, why should he? Chaos and pain had been thickly spread upon his life why should he not watch others suffer the way in which he had suffered.
With that in mind he had started to hunt again, allowing his demonic side a certain amount of leeway, they were not able to bury the demon away as they had done in the past but Romal had some how developed a way of co-exciting with it, he would let it kill to it's hearts content. He would let it feed, something Romal had not done for many years having lived from blood stores.
"Stop with the sobbing" his voice carried itself differently a lower pitch almost echoing upon itself, it had been that way since his brothers had saved him a little reminder to them all that no matter what they did Nero had left his mark buried deep within Romal's being.
His feet carried him forwards not more then three steps as his large onyx eyes bore down into the paled face of his prey. She was pretty when he had started out.. not so much anymore but hell no one would care for a little street whore not even the Matashina's would bat an eye lid at knowing she had been hunted from their lands as long as it didn't bring publicity.
The sobbing was turning into pleading, it was a circle round and round, she cried, she begged it was getting boring and Romal had lost interest now as had his demon.
Stooping down his cold fingers curled around her throat the young girl kicking against the path of the alley way in an attempt to get away only made a sadistic smile twist his lips into a cruel mocking expression, her scream was promptly stopped by his hand tightening around her bruised flesh keeping it in. "We could have kept going all night if you were more willing to play along" he sighed his head cocking to the side as he once again looked her over before making his plunge forward his fangs piercing through his gums stretching his teeth into dozens of vampiric spikes which sunk into the flesh of her shoulder and lower neck. He would drain her fast he always did the sounds of a struggling heart something to complete his night with.
I am so happy to see that