#No search party came so my nails grew and sharpened || Vampire Verse

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@yog-shagal​ || Continued from here

      Oh, oh that got under Miranda’s osteoderm-covered skin. For a moment she had humored the thought of making some excuse about the sunglasses, to justify it to Zoe and further hide in denial as of what was happening, as Miranda loved doing that so much --- but the audacity! The sheer nerve of Zoe to claim that Miri would ever so much as touch a plastic utensil, generic and mass-produced to satiate the need to eat! Versus her immaculately cared for, perfect collection of silverware, each use and history and legacy lovingly dedicated to memory! Did Zoe think her an animal? Did she not hear Miranda’s long tirades to effectively anyone who would listen as to all the unique properties of each and every tong on each and every salad fork?

      For the new, sudden peak of shame and fear of some vast unknown that she had become, that was definitely still Miranda.

     Still Miranda, who wouldn’t stand for even the slightest offense against what she prided herself in.

      Fins flared as dramatically as they could, with such an indignant expression that Zoe may as well have insulted Miranda’s very own mother ( since insulting her father was a far more complicated affair, as will happen when said person is still alive and she actually has a history of knowing him - even though Miranda would never openly admit it, even to herself ).

      “Plastic forks? You insult me with the offer of plastic forks? The very forks which they stock at this school to be used by just anyone, for whatever purpose, totally and wholly meant for whatever crime against all good taste is served within the cafeteria upon this day?? Those forks?!?” Maybe Miranda’s harsh tone and her shift in posture would’ve been actually intimidating if she were in one of her ordinary outfits, showing all her strict cruelty as Crown Princess, but... As it was, she just looked like a particularly fluffy mound of adorable hatred. The fact that Miranda was known for throwing these kind of fits even with their other friends just further helped take the teeth out of the whole affair. It could be fun to piss Miranda off this much, after all.

      “I cannot believe my classmate, companion, and inferior would even so much as utter such disgraceful terms, right in front of my face! Where I can hear it, nay, see it! My kingdom has eradicated entire bloodlines for less!!!!”

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(( Kinda very low-energy tonight, but I have a bit of muse for Miranda’s vampire verse, so... Like this for an ask from her? 

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@sacred-songbird​ || Closed starter

      The slow creak of hinges more than a few days past needing to be greased would’ve been innocent, in any other situation. After all, it was the lunch hour, and no one was supposed to be in the auditorium. Even Martin was on his given lunch break, meaning it was largely empty, and even if someone was there, they would have no reason to be in the backstage storage area. Sure, maybe someone had lost something, or they too had to find some lost supply in the mess or drop off some extra costumes, but that was on an off-occasion.

      The smell of blood and gore wasn’t supposed to roll out from that open door like a suffocating wave, and there wasn’t supposed to be the creaking and splintering of wood beneath some animal. There wasn’t supposed to be a sharp, chittering hiss like the rattle of dry bones, and there most certainly wasn’t supposed to be a twisting, serpentine motion in that darkness beyond.

      By no account was the backstage storage a small room. It was large enough to house multiple sets and all the props and costumes that could ever be required for a year of plays, miscellaneous technical items that helped the stagehands run the whole thing, and more than enough room to navigate between. 

      But as the light from the doorway illuminated the creature, showing vast expanses of slick skin, a red so dark and deep that it might as well be a sister to the void, membranous wings that folded up like crinkled rose petals, sinuous muscle pulling that body along - it seemed almost too big for the room. Its back bent, hanging low to the ground, leaving it longer than it was tall, but even then it towered above Eden, hunched spine bringing its face just above his own head. Flowerpetal nose twitched - short feelers ringed around it, like a mole, smelling him there, feeling his heat, feeling the electric pulse of his nerves. Below it, almost-draconian feet shuffled, perched atop a crushed trunk, claws digging into a golden-yellow princess costume, pinned over the shrapnel and hem dipped in blood, and curling chiropteran wings scratched across the floor, knocking aside a phone in a glittering case.

      And finally, with a wave of the cloying stench of a body torn apart, Eden could see the source of the smell - a piscine guard, eyes gone empty, with a thick, writhing tongue impaled through their middle, sliding through the bag of shattered bones and torn flesh that was their corpse.

      The creature watched him -- not with eyes, for there was none on that hagfish-like face, skin stretched smooth over the skull -- as he stood in that halo of light, ringed around golden wings. A warning hiss rattled again, out of spiracles along that serpentine neck with her mouth busy with her extended tongue, and she stepped back, bringing the caught prey closer.

      Thievery would not be tolerated, but she was not so foolish as to abandon her already-obtained meal for the sake of another. She wanted to be fed, not killed, and already this another felt... familiar. His smell felt like she knew it, the heat of his body in the shape of someone that she was close to. 

      But all the same... The creature that had become of Miranda wasn’t about to take any chances.

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(( Good god I’m in a vampire mood recently, so like this for a vampire verse starter??? 

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      “ ... If I am a vampire now, then does this mean that I now get a familiar? How is that any different than a servant or serf? I don’t need to promise my serfs anything for their service either!” 

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(( Interact for a starter from Miranda’s Vampire Verse!  [ x ]

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(( Tag drop.