⚜ 1st of Ash, Year 124, A.o.S ⚜
⚜ The humming of kinetic energy moving through the air as the vampyre zoomed forth. His aetheric senses echoed out after every hundred miles, the vampyre keeping an eye on the amount of aether he was using to maintain his propulsion and scan. So far it was nothing but open terrain before him. He knew there were mountains near the border of where the Deadlands are. You learn as much when educated by the state. In anycase, he was determined to find the place. Since he left at around sunset he would take the time to rest during that time as well.
It was still early, maybe around noon when he caught the scent of blood. Then the disturbances in the flux came in and he counted how many presences there were. He counted at least seven, and it seemed there was a fight happening from what he was sensing. Landing up on higher ground he watched the scene unfold. A woman was locked in combat with raiders, highwayman he assumed. He wasn't sure what they were after but his chivalry couldn't allow for this to happen. The woman was unarmed, but that didn't mean she was helpless. Arcs of lightning flowed from her hands as she sent the raiders recoiling in pain.
She was a feisty one, that was sure, she was hurling profanities just as much as she was firing off bolts of electricity. He watched in amusement as she fended them off, but could see more were coming from the south which caused his brow to arch. She would stand a chance against that many, so he decided to lend a helping hand. When she realized that reinforcements were closing in on her she panicked, and the other raiders she was handling saw that too. The ones that remained took advantage of her confusion and jumped her, or at least they tried. Grabbed by an unseen force they found themselves in the grasp of the vampyre.
Being stronger than the average mortal, it wasn't hard to snap both their necks, the sound echoing as his crimson orbs looked at her. "I suggest you take a breather, I'll handle them." he noted as he noted her glare as he walked passed her. he was somewhat famished and would have his fill of an unlucky robber. It was moments like these that he was glad he was a vampyre as he commenced his slaughter. What they thought would be an easy score became something out of a nightmare. It was clear to the woman that her savior was not normal.
When the dust settled he found her looking in shock at him, almost recoiling as he approached her. "Are you ok?" he inquired though he could see the concerned look on her face. He looked her over once and could see her injuries. Kneeling down he extended a hand, but she simply just glared at him. Not unexpected from a spitfire. I can handle myself you know, I never asked for your intervention on my behalf. she hissed at him, finally finding the strength to get on her feet. ⚜
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
