12-18-2016, 06:08 PM
Harlan had been wandering around the blank white landscape for nearly an hour. Every direction there was nothing but blank whiteness. Even conjuring an illusory spyglass had proved futile, just showing him the same bleak absence of any color. And the brightness! The sunglasses on his face cut the worst of it, but it was starting to wear his eyes out. Was this hell? Just a vast, featureless plain, complete anathema to one of the Dreamer clan? Was he supposed to sit here for all eternity and amuse himself with whispers of what was?
"Sod that right to Gehenna." He announced to himself. This was absurd. He was already thirsty again, the blood he'd taken from the fountain the equivalent of Chinese food. This wouldn't do. He was far from the hunger frenzy, but the gnawing paranoia of the Beast was already worrying his psyche. Bah. He'd take rations this time, maybe conjure up a compass or something. DDirection was not his strong suit, Jimmy had always taken care of travel arrangements. Harlan was at home in civilization.
Finally, he saw something in ths distance once more, the black curled metal of the fountain making a stark contrast against the whiteness of the Nexus. As empty as it was, he needed Vitae, needed the red. But to his great consternation, reality rippled as he drew closer. The fountain changed from black to stone, and began spewing clear water. Water! Useless! A haybale coalesced into being next to it, and the limp form of some being appeared on the ground. Well now. Ask and ye shall recieve.
He watched with fascination for a few minutes. The being stood up, and wiped her forehead. Even at this distance, Harlan could smell the iron tang of fresh blood. She was pretty, young looking, and had pointed ears. Hmm. Cute almost. Like the most untouched Nosferatu he'd ever encountered.
Well now. He may have been a Kindred, but he still thoughy of himself as a generally respectable man, with protocol and politeness and all that. Besides, he doubted she had anything worth swindling. Best to present a good front. He closed his eyes and drew upon his dwindling blood supply, forcing the Blush of Life back into his body. Ancient organs and dried veins swelled in protest as the blood began pumping, the hundred year old Ravnos forcing his heart to beat once more, giving his usually sallow and sunken flesh a healthier shine.
As he drew closer, he waved to the woman, who was standing around curiously with a pack and traveling supplies on her shoulders. "Even-....morn-..afterno-...damn it all. 'Allo, dear. Just arrived to see the sights? Cuz there really ain't any worth seein' in the immediate vicinity. Trust me, I've been wanderin' out on that bloody tundra for near an hour."
"Sod that right to Gehenna." He announced to himself. This was absurd. He was already thirsty again, the blood he'd taken from the fountain the equivalent of Chinese food. This wouldn't do. He was far from the hunger frenzy, but the gnawing paranoia of the Beast was already worrying his psyche. Bah. He'd take rations this time, maybe conjure up a compass or something. DDirection was not his strong suit, Jimmy had always taken care of travel arrangements. Harlan was at home in civilization.
Finally, he saw something in ths distance once more, the black curled metal of the fountain making a stark contrast against the whiteness of the Nexus. As empty as it was, he needed Vitae, needed the red. But to his great consternation, reality rippled as he drew closer. The fountain changed from black to stone, and began spewing clear water. Water! Useless! A haybale coalesced into being next to it, and the limp form of some being appeared on the ground. Well now. Ask and ye shall recieve.
He watched with fascination for a few minutes. The being stood up, and wiped her forehead. Even at this distance, Harlan could smell the iron tang of fresh blood. She was pretty, young looking, and had pointed ears. Hmm. Cute almost. Like the most untouched Nosferatu he'd ever encountered.
Well now. He may have been a Kindred, but he still thoughy of himself as a generally respectable man, with protocol and politeness and all that. Besides, he doubted she had anything worth swindling. Best to present a good front. He closed his eyes and drew upon his dwindling blood supply, forcing the Blush of Life back into his body. Ancient organs and dried veins swelled in protest as the blood began pumping, the hundred year old Ravnos forcing his heart to beat once more, giving his usually sallow and sunken flesh a healthier shine.
As he drew closer, he waved to the woman, who was standing around curiously with a pack and traveling supplies on her shoulders. "Even-....morn-..afterno-...damn it all. 'Allo, dear. Just arrived to see the sights? Cuz there really ain't any worth seein' in the immediate vicinity. Trust me, I've been wanderin' out on that bloody tundra for near an hour."
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”