A few stressful breaths came up from the skeletal jaw of Remus after having just returned to Regalia. Grasping at his long almost sabretooth like fangs that stuck out greatly from his jaw, he'd continue slowly wondering up the mountain, listening around in his exhausted travelling.
Remus appeared as a lively skeletal vampire with bright crimson eyes and a slim purple robe wrapped around his torso. He seemed to be tired as if he had a fight or workout session..
Whispers most certainly unknown came upon the ears of Remus. He knew not what the words had said but continued up the mountain path anyways. A strange banner seemingly the colors of a coven or sanguine group is what he saw. Hope drifted into his eyes for he picked up the pace, but as he followed these strange banners, the voices grew louder. The voices sounding of small wisps and hissing that came in rhythm. As Remus continued to follow the banners, he'd feel his energy replenish as he'd close in on the source of these whispers, but oddly enough, where the banners truly led him. It was a light of hope for a vampire as the bone lover merely sought either a source of blood or sanguine to converse and comfort himself with, but instead he arrived at the cave..
Glancing down and into the cave, his eyes Glew bright allowing him to see. A finely built tunnel it was. Remus hovered down instead of climbing for he saw the ladder work and construction were firmly built by the hands of man, and as the source of blood became pure and stronger, his assumption left him only to believe it were by the hands of the sanguine. But as he descended to the very bottom, landing entirely flat, he'd glance ahead at the source of blood and the whispers. An indescribable piece of art was placed right in front of him, accepting and calling him forth to enter on in.
He gazed upon the features of this blood portal for it called, the whispers were strong as were the replenishing feeling of simply standing near this portal. He stuck his hand out to which a rush of blood surged on through his boney appearance, gushing in and between the exposed joints of his form for it expanded all over his body until he was engulfed entirely in it. Soothing and energized he allowed himself to be taken for he soon opened his eyes upon the vampire district, a massive fortress underneath the cave. His eyes brooming with joy at seeing such art come of the vampire's work. Bats fluttering everywhere in the cave, sanguine scattered all in the halls, streets, in swarms, sharing blood, the sound of chatter and even the vampiric guards that patrolled around with chains holding thralls and blood banks.
With this he knew he no longer had to hide away from the world or in between the alleys of crookback or the sewer tunnels. Feeling as if home could not be more perfect, he looked around the fortress to which he'd speak to himself. "This is more than I could ask for. No more need for the fall of covens, we are truly strong together. I may finish my work in peace now." The bone lover spoke overjoyed to the sight for his return had been a good one.
Remus appeared as a lively skeletal vampire with bright crimson eyes and a slim purple robe wrapped around his torso. He seemed to be tired as if he had a fight or workout session..
Whispers most certainly unknown came upon the ears of Remus. He knew not what the words had said but continued up the mountain path anyways. A strange banner seemingly the colors of a coven or sanguine group is what he saw. Hope drifted into his eyes for he picked up the pace, but as he followed these strange banners, the voices grew louder. The voices sounding of small wisps and hissing that came in rhythm. As Remus continued to follow the banners, he'd feel his energy replenish as he'd close in on the source of these whispers, but oddly enough, where the banners truly led him. It was a light of hope for a vampire as the bone lover merely sought either a source of blood or sanguine to converse and comfort himself with, but instead he arrived at the cave..
Glancing down and into the cave, his eyes Glew bright allowing him to see. A finely built tunnel it was. Remus hovered down instead of climbing for he saw the ladder work and construction were firmly built by the hands of man, and as the source of blood became pure and stronger, his assumption left him only to believe it were by the hands of the sanguine. But as he descended to the very bottom, landing entirely flat, he'd glance ahead at the source of blood and the whispers. An indescribable piece of art was placed right in front of him, accepting and calling him forth to enter on in.
He gazed upon the features of this blood portal for it called, the whispers were strong as were the replenishing feeling of simply standing near this portal. He stuck his hand out to which a rush of blood surged on through his boney appearance, gushing in and between the exposed joints of his form for it expanded all over his body until he was engulfed entirely in it. Soothing and energized he allowed himself to be taken for he soon opened his eyes upon the vampire district, a massive fortress underneath the cave. His eyes brooming with joy at seeing such art come of the vampire's work. Bats fluttering everywhere in the cave, sanguine scattered all in the halls, streets, in swarms, sharing blood, the sound of chatter and even the vampiric guards that patrolled around with chains holding thralls and blood banks.
With this he knew he no longer had to hide away from the world or in between the alleys of crookback or the sewer tunnels. Feeling as if home could not be more perfect, he looked around the fortress to which he'd speak to himself. "This is more than I could ask for. No more need for the fall of covens, we are truly strong together. I may finish my work in peace now." The bone lover spoke overjoyed to the sight for his return had been a good one.
