#{myra & drakken}

[welcometothevale]

7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.

@eldritch-horror-rp-blog

(From Sybelle or Drakken)

(For whichever muse you’re feeling 😊)

"I said it was my watch. Go the fuck to sleep, Drakken." She grumbled, tossing her knife up so it flipped in the air until she caught it lazily. Sure, she was tired from the miles they'd trekked through rough terrain; the chances of Myra sleeping that night were slim. That was why she had taken the first watch. His turn wasn't supposed to begin for another hour or two.

"You need sleep more than me. I do not need as much sleep as most people." Mainly because she wasn't entirely human, but he didn't know that yet. This was only their first hunt together. It took a while for her to agree to partner up with him. Their target was far too powerful for only one of them to go. It would be risky, probably even idiotic, to go alone.

[eldritch-horror-rp-blog]

𝟶𝟼. (Myra)

Drakken did not bother to look over his shoulder to see if Myra followed behind. He knew that she was there, trailing just after him, as the storm raged loudly overhead. It had happened suddenly, black clouds rolling in with the wind and blocking out the sun. The pair had been out, searching for a hoard of the undead that was rumored to be terrorizing the citizens of Drörholl in their homes, when a loud clap of thunder announced the arrival of a tempest.

Rain pelted down in a torrent, soaking them both to the bone, hail pelting the roofs of the surrounding buildings. Pulling the brim of his hat down to shield his face, the Hunter waved a hand for Myra to come along, yelling over the noise and clamor:

“I know a place! It ain’t far!”

Heading towards an alleyway, the Hunter shook the wetness from his long coat the best that he could, urging Myra along. Eventually, they came to a tall, spired church. To the untrained eye it seemed abandoned, but one could not be so sure in such a town. Lightning tore through the sky in a flash, illuminating everything in the vicinity.

With a forceful pull, Drakken yanked open the creaking door to the church, his nostrils filled with the strong scent of death.

@welcometothevale

[welcometothevale]

Continuing this with @drakken-the-beast-hunter

She easily kept up with him while also turning to flick throwing knives through the skulls of the undead swiftly following behind her. Myra ducked under his arm once the door was ripped open and gagged at the pungent odor coming from within the church.

“Nice spot.” She bit out, patting herself down to make sure she still had most of her weapons. The rain was nearly deafening against the old roof, and the darkness gave the environment an eerie tone. It didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust. “Hurry up so I can barricade the door. I’m sure whatever died in here is more harmless than the death out there.”

[welcometothevale]

continuing this with @drakken-the-beast-hunter

Myra had been so consumed with the monster, she hadn’t picked up on anyone around—which pissed her off some. Normally, people didn’t get to surprise her; dhampyr sense surpassed those of humans. And, she’d been trained by the best. Nonetheless, someone was here and saw her.

Turning in the direction the question came from, her amber eyes landed on the figure of a man. The woman glanced down at her bloodstained clothes, then back at him. Her wearing pants was enough to cause an outrage, but his question was most likely directed at the gore covering her.

She gestured at herself and the monster with one tanned, bloody hand, “I’m practicing my needlepoint. What the hell do you think I’m doing?” She leaned down to pick up her weapons—two blades about the length of her forearm and deadly sharp—and sheathed them.

Sure, her response wasn’t kind, but kindness didn’t make people piss off. She needed him to leave so she could begin cleaning up her mess. Should the humans not in the know find the diced up carcass of a vrykolakas, Myra was sure it would start some kind of crazed hunt from the cityfolk.

[eldritch-horror-rp-blog]

💢 (myra)

Even as the words left his lips, Drakken knew that he had made a mistake. He had only offered to escort her to a place of safety (a most kindly gesture, he supposed), when he saw her jaw clench, her hands fisted down at her sides. The beasts at this time of night were not to be taken lightly, and it was better (and far safer) to travel in groups.

“Did I offend you in some way?” Drakken asked calmly, getting straight to the point. “It was not my intention. I was only thinking of your wellbeing, Myra. Unless you have a stubborn death wish, of course. Then be my guest, go get slaughtered by the maddened creatures out there. Your guts and blood splattered on the street. But don’t let it be said that I didn’t offer you my help.”

The Hunter then crossed his arms over his chest, hoping that he had made his point.

@welcometothevale

[eldritch-horror-rp-blog]

receiver finds sender stood over a body, receiver finds sender covered in blood (Myra)

Drakken spotted somewhere in the dark street the hunched silhouette of a massive creature laid out somewhere deep in the misty gloom, his eyes having no trouble in the heavy darkness. He could smell the blood on the air, and it made goosebumps rise along his skin in response.

Not with hunger, as it might for a blood drinking ghoulish fiend, but with the anticipation of something even deeper within him. He clutched the blade at his side, gripping the hilt.

However, it was then that he noticed a surprising change in the blackness of the shadows as he approached. There, nearby the bulk of the monster, was another figure, a far smaller one in comparison, seemingly feminine.

Stopping, Drakken watched for a moment in silence, suspicious, seeing if this was some sort of trick being played by the fallen creature.

“You there.” He eventually called out. “What in the Hells do you think you’re doing, huh?”

@welcometothevale