#thebloodisthelifeandmine

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" How DARE you, sir! Royalty or not, I am no ones dog!"

[itismissswann]

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The man’s appearance was otherworldly. He donned, wearing a charcoal frock coat, grey buttoned waistcoat, a black cravat, and leather gloves. He held an elaborate silver-metal winged dragon head and wooden shaft with an aluminium tip. His medium-wavy-length black hair framed his elegant face. Additionally, he sported a van dyke with a Mustache.

“Please excuse my ignorance, I've recently arrived abroad, and I, uh, do not know this city” he smiled with a hint of deceitfulness.

"Permit me to introduce myself."

The mysterious man took off his top hat and bowed, maintaining eye contact. “I—am���Prince Vlad of sagite”.

She was understandably taken aback by the flourish of a greeting she received.  Elizabeth came to a halt before him as her eyes narrowed, a vain attempt to recognize the man.  Something about him striked her as familiar, although she couldn't quite place it.  It wasn't long before she abandoned the task of placing him, too curious and undeniably amused by his following words. Prince Vlad. Stories circled like wildfire in the small city she called home, more than one a tall tale that the governors daughter hardly blinked at… but there was a particular fable that had caught her attention, and it was with a swagger borne of untested confidence that she took a step closer, determined to find the truth, as it were, first hand. There’s talk that a prince, a mysterious man, at that had arrived, and ominous things had happened ever since his arrival - and Elizabeth would be damned before she let such an opportune moment pass.   “Elizabeth Swann”  Elizabeth greeted, there was no sternness in her features.  In fact, it took all of her self-control to keep her features in check.  She regarded him silently for a few moments more, a brow arching.  “And why does a prince leave his homeland to visit Port Royal? A family vacation, perhaps?”

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Ah, Mr. harker, welcome to my house. Come freely and leave something of the happiness you bring.

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Oh- Uhm, yes. Hello..!

[lyri-the-mermaid]

It was late in the night, and a chill had only just overcome the countryside when the sun had begun to set. The moon was large that night, but not exactly full yet. It would be full in the coming days. Something that Lyri was looking forward to.

The young woman, an orphan, had been traveling through rural Transylvania that autumn. If there was one thing to be said for being alone in the world- it was that you could come and go as you pleased. Even if it meant going to lands that you had never been before.

The Transylvanian countryside was welcoming for the most part- from the people that she stopped to speak with and take lodging and food from. One thing Lyri noticed was the peculiar superstition that followed just about every soul in the towns she went to. A superstition unique to this region- of immortal, undead beings.

Lyri pondered this, as she quickened her pace to return back to town. The sun went down before she had concluded her evening walk, and now she was stranded in the dark along a winding dirt road. The trees rustled and shed their brown leaves all around her as she took a sharp right- only to find herself in an unfamiliar spot.

"I didn't come this way." She said aloud, certain nobody could hear her now.

There was a stone wall and an iron gate, taller than her by many feet. The stone wall looked very, very old but well tended to. She peeked inside the stunning portal to find a graveyard within. She did enjoy the solitude of graveyards, and reading the words that had been left with love for those who rested there.

Without touching the gate, a wind picked up and pushed her forward as if to urge her inside. It opened with force nonetheless to her surprise.

"Well!" She said. No longer nervous to speak aloud to herself, she stepped inside the paved graveyard and gazed around at the statues of angels and crosses. "Beautiful. Did you want me to visit you?" She asked aloud to nobody in particular. Perhaps the spirits that rested here wanted company.

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"F-forgive my intrusion. I've heard master speak of great things about you—you wouldn't happen to have any—succulent insects with you by any chance. " reinfield's grin widened from ear to ear, and it seemed almost unsettling for a normal person.

He laughs manically. "heeeeh heeeh heeeh"

Commodore James Norrington, standing on the docks of Port Royal that evening, observed the peculiar man before him with a raised eyebrow. His knowledge of Dracula made him wary of this individual’s erratic behavior. Norrington maintained a composed demeanor as he addressed him. “Right then, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of learning your name yet, sir, you are?”

"Insects? my goodness no. What would any sane man want with such things?"

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The Demeter, a small schooner from Varna, Russia, had passed through Caribbean waters and ended up at Port Royal. The crew was nowhere to be seen except for a captain, who had been lashed to the helm with a crucifix in both hands. The oddest part of this was the captain’s logs left behind and the cargo—which was the weirdest part, it contained nothing but earth and soil from Transylvania. At least 50 boxes of it were set to be delivered to the Carfax Abbey, a church in Purfleet, London, England. The logs left behind were a disturbing discovery, horrors of tellings, of a creature ‘small, tall, thin and ghastly pale with a beastly appearance’ according to the written logs of the captain's first mate. Though there were no bodies in sight aside from the captains.

Vlad’s blue eyes bored into Commodore Norrington’s stern green gaze; he never flinched with fear. They were the eyes of a wolf staring down at a dog, a warrior and a soldier crossing paths.

Just then, he mentioned ‘Caribbean’, not ‘London’; Vlad, in a twinge of annoyance, went silent for only a second. His eyes bore no emotion or expression. Despre ce vrăjitorie am invocat, despre ce Șolomonar a schimbat soarta. Deși pământul patriei mele rămâne încă, neatins și nelegat, planul va rămâne doar, în Port Royal.

Vlad regained his expression, keeping a deceit of his pleasant composure and mannerisms. “Ah, but of course, forgive me, for I’m not as familiar with other countries that aren’t of my native homeland” his tone tried to come across as warm and pleasant. “I see, you are a man-at-arms, a warrior for his country, a commander who leads his men into war”, he pointed out. “And such a proudness you acquire, you must have won many battles, many tales to be told.”

He was a soldier but not a conqueror, a man who had won many victories in the great war between Wallachia and the Ottomans in 1462. The idea of the ‘Navy’ sounded foreign to Vlad; he only knew of the warriors of his time and only that.

Vlad extended his arm, his hand covered in a black glove, shaking the hands of a solider. He held little respect for him, for he was not as highly regarded as Vlad considered himself to be.

“A pleasure to greet a fellow warrior, Mr Norrington.” He spoke perfect English, yet his Romanian accent was dense. “Blood is too precious a thing in these times.”

Perhaps a change of plans, England shall be the main course after the appetizer of Port Royal.

Commodore James Norrington observed Prince Vlad's demeanor with a discerning eye, noting the subtle nuances in his speech and mannerisms. There was an air of sophistication about the prince, but also an underlying aura of mystery that left Norrington unsettled.

"Indeed, Your highness, the pleasure is mine" Norrington replied, maintaining his diplomatic facade while internally analyzing every word and gesture. "Warfare has its place in history, but here in the Caribbean, we strive for peace and prosperity. Though, I must admit, tales of valor and conquest often find their way into our shores, carried by the winds and the waves."

Norrington's gaze flickered briefly towards the horizon, where the vast expanse of the sea stretched endlessly. It was a reminder of the ever-present dangers that lurked beyond the safety of Port Royal's walls.

"As for blood," he continued, returning his attention to Prince Vlad, "it is indeed a precious commodity, especially in times of uncertainty. We must be vigilant in safeguarding it, lest we fall prey to those who seek to exploit its power."

Norrington's words carried a weight of caution, a subtle warning to the enigmatic prince who stood before him. He knew all too well the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike at the heart of civilization.

"And what do we have here?" a hiss from not a man but a monster had spoke with a husk of breath from the shadows.

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" I .. beg your pardon?" The confused englishman questioned, perking a brow.

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"And what do we have here?" a hiss from not a man but a monster had spoke with a husk of breath from the shadows.

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" I .. beg your pardon?" The confused englishman questioned, perking a brow.

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Through all of the dramatic man’s flourish, James had been proving his strong will by not breaking their stare. But– oh, something unexpected began to happen as those eyes continued to stare into his own. Such.. eyes he found himself trapped in,  heartbeat slowing slightly, as he calmed– his breathing has slowed, deepening.    

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" How DARE you, sir! Royalty or not, I am no ones dog!"

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Commodore James Norrington regarded the mysterious stranger with a mixture of curiosity and caution. His impeccable naval attire contrasted sharply with the stranger's enigmatic presence. Norrington had spent years in the service of the British Crown, dealing with all manner of individuals and situations, but this encounter felt different.

"Welcome to Port Royal, your highness," he said with a polite bow, though his piercing green eyes never left the enigmatic figure before him. "I am Commodore James Norrington, commander of the Royal Navy in these waters. England is indeed a place to learn about the civilized world, but I'm afraid we are a great distance from it here in the Caribbean. We value security and peace."

Norrington's words carried a subtle warning, as he was not one to take any matter lightly, especially when it involved someone whose origins were shrouded in mystery. Yet, his aristocratic upbringing compelled him to extend a welcoming hand.

" Should you require any assistance or information about our shores, please don't hesitate to ask. Port Royal in particular, is known for its hospitality, and we aim to maintain the peace and tranquility of our fine town."

Norrington extended his hand in a diplomatic gesture, his eyes searching for any sign of the truth behind Prince Vlad's story. Other hand behind his back and a slight bow at the waist. Locking eyes with the other man to seek any deception.

"And what do we have here?" a hiss from not a man but a monster had spoke with a husk of breath from the shadows.

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" I .. beg your pardon?" The confused englishman questioned, perking a brow.

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