Post by Kiara on Jun 4, 2015 2:51:12 GMT
Heavy Weights ON
Kiara stood stoically on top of a clock-tower in the heart of the Western Capitol. She couldn't help but look over at her own work in fruition as she could feel the beating presences of children that have slowly grew in the numbers around the city. However, there was an incessant need for Kiara to simply be out today as her condo within the city threatened to drive her crazy due to her own relatively reclusive nature. There was a mixed smell of food and perfumes in the town square below her and as much as she'd love play human, she knew those days were beyond her now. She was a Vampyre princess who'd temporarily allowed herself to get distracted by the curiosities that existed on Earth.
"These people who are not my kin are only cattle." She muttered to herself as she willed herself to fly off away from the town square. A part of her because of a Vampyre's dual soul wanted to still be human but the demonic side of her had long since claimed this body. It wasn't that the two weren't in sync but simply by nature each side fought constantly for the right to even exist within the vessel. Her Vampiric eyes hide nothing from her for what seemed like meters as she descended into the slums of the city. She wanted to hit up a local bar she'd in fact helped start for a drink before presumably going home to train. Upon, walking up to the bar's front door; there was bouncer with a card that most assumed you needed to be psychic to see.
But anyone with above human perception such as a vampyre or potential allies could actually either see through the card. Or catch the slight reflection off the nearly blacked out mirror behind where he was holding up the card at. Listing off the image on the card as "A Fat Bastard." As the picture on the card was none other than King Yemma who'd almost succeeded in keeping Vampyres from existing on the Earth realm of existence. Stepping inside the supernatural bar; Kiara could smell a range of different species as well as a few mixed breeds. She hated mixed breed demons as to her it showed disloyalty to your Demon King or Queen. Taking a seat at the bar glancing at the bartender named Walt who eyes lingered at her rack for a second too long.
Any longer and she probably would have drained the half breed Saiyan of every drop of his blood but alas he wizened up and managed to look away offering her a Jack & Coke. "Keep them coming please. I have a feeling tonight is going to be fun." She said for no particular reason but hey if you speak things out in the universe and all that jazz.
Kiara stood stoically on top of a clock-tower in the heart of the Western Capitol. She couldn't help but look over at her own work in fruition as she could feel the beating presences of children that have slowly grew in the numbers around the city. However, there was an incessant need for Kiara to simply be out today as her condo within the city threatened to drive her crazy due to her own relatively reclusive nature. There was a mixed smell of food and perfumes in the town square below her and as much as she'd love play human, she knew those days were beyond her now. She was a Vampyre princess who'd temporarily allowed herself to get distracted by the curiosities that existed on Earth.
"These people who are not my kin are only cattle." She muttered to herself as she willed herself to fly off away from the town square. A part of her because of a Vampyre's dual soul wanted to still be human but the demonic side of her had long since claimed this body. It wasn't that the two weren't in sync but simply by nature each side fought constantly for the right to even exist within the vessel. Her Vampiric eyes hide nothing from her for what seemed like meters as she descended into the slums of the city. She wanted to hit up a local bar she'd in fact helped start for a drink before presumably going home to train. Upon, walking up to the bar's front door; there was bouncer with a card that most assumed you needed to be psychic to see.
But anyone with above human perception such as a vampyre or potential allies could actually either see through the card. Or catch the slight reflection off the nearly blacked out mirror behind where he was holding up the card at. Listing off the image on the card as "A Fat Bastard." As the picture on the card was none other than King Yemma who'd almost succeeded in keeping Vampyres from existing on the Earth realm of existence. Stepping inside the supernatural bar; Kiara could smell a range of different species as well as a few mixed breeds. She hated mixed breed demons as to her it showed disloyalty to your Demon King or Queen. Taking a seat at the bar glancing at the bartender named Walt who eyes lingered at her rack for a second too long.
Any longer and she probably would have drained the half breed Saiyan of every drop of his blood but alas he wizened up and managed to look away offering her a Jack & Coke. "Keep them coming please. I have a feeling tonight is going to be fun." She said for no particular reason but hey if you speak things out in the universe and all that jazz.
