Vamper hunter D

D

I smile as the gates open up in front of me I ride my cyber horse up to the front door as the storm stops abruptly. I stop at the stairs sliding off of my horse patting it on the neck as I say “stay.”

I then walk up the stars stopping in front of the witch. I bow taking her hand in mine and kissing it gently. I say “I’m D.” I straiten looking her up and down taking in her butte. I finely say "I was passing throw and thought I would come pay my respects to the mistress of the aria."
 
Kara

I smiled and reclined my head in greeting, "Pleased to meet you D. Do come in and sit a spell?" I smiled at my play on words and halted a moment.
He looked familiar to me, but why? "Tell me my young guest, how do I know you? because I am sure I've seen you before.." Perhaps the gift had granted me a vision I had not recalled until now?
 
D

I smile mischifisly as I say “you probably saw me at court.” I look around as I walk in to her home. I say “You have an impressive home.” My eyes catch briefly on a large mearal of my father that’s mounted over the fire place. I then tern back to her smiling comely. My eye’s flick up briefly catching the demons eyes briefly. I don’t show any fear or even concern at the site of it.

I look back at the mistress of the house saying “has any thing interesting happened around hear lately?” I raise a quizitiv eyebrow at her.
 
Kara

I ushered him inside and smiled, "Have a seat and chat a little while. And nothing interesting happens around here until some victim comes into the area.." I smiled, I knew who he was now. Couldn't mistake those eyes. He had his father's eyes.
"What really brings you out here D?"
 
Palthor

I sit there on my perch watching this stranger who calls himself 'D'. I will not interfere unless my mistress is in danger, then I will have no mercy. I am content to watch for now. He intrigues me.
 
D

I smile softly seeing that she knows who I am. I say “I had a falling out with my father so I decided to see the world. I wanted to see what kind of mutants the waste has made I must say the jerny hear was most entertaining. Then I saw your storm raging and decided to com see who was behind it.” I shrug “that’s what brings me hear.”
 
Kara

"Well the storm was to entertain my little pet Palthor..And yes the wasteland has made alot of mutants lately.. Creepy ones if I say so myself. So why would the son of the big D be out here on his own?"
 
Nakita

I sat in an overstuffed chair before the fire, twirling the last bit of brandy in my glass, in one hand and a note of invitation in the other. After the storm began to stir I sent the maid in the car to town, she was surely more well known in town than I and never did she fail to find out about all the good gossip in town. Hennrietta would surely bring me back word of what had come to town that 'My Lord' had feared so despritely.

Sipping a bit more of the warming drink from the glass, my mind turned to the paper in hand. "Now why would the witch be summoning for me to pay her a visit?" I thought about how she would know about me. I had not been off the grounds of this place since I came here a hundred years ago. But that was a stupid question, she was a witch, she had ways of knowing. Or at least that is what Henrietta told me, of the gossip amungst the townfolk.

I stood and moved to the desk withdrawing a piece of paper, pulling out the old fashion quill from the small decanter of ink I jotted down a note, stating that I would present myself to her tomorrow. Signing it I whistled for Rockford, the great hawk that used to belong to 'my lord', as he entered i tied the note to his leg and bid him to take it north to the witch. When he left to do my bidding I sat back down, hoping two things 1) that Rockford would not be harmed and 2) that Hennrietta would return, with news of what we were facing.
 
D

I smile softly “I told you why I’m her darling I had a falling out with my father. I’ve been avoiding him and his slaves for the last seven thousand years or so. He killed my mother in front of me.” I shake my head as anger and sadness wash over it. I look back up at her “now he hunts me and I hunt the hunters that he sends after me.”

I shrug as I watch her face looking for any sine that she may want to take me in for my father. I say “It’s funny rely all of the hunters he has sent after me where given orders to take me alive for some reason normally he kills thoughs how betray him like I did.” I shrug agene “Maybe it’s just a game to him sum thing to brake the monotony of immortality. I think that’s why he decided to start the war that tore this world apart he was board in the other world.”
 
Kara

"Your father my dear, is an evil heartless bastard if you dont mind me saying so. Why haven't you taken the throne from him?" I walked to the window, a large bird of prey coming my way.
"Hold on a minute dear.." I threw open the shutters and watched it land on my ledge.
"Ohh yes.. She has responded.." I lovingly stroked the beautiful bird as I read her note.
"Aaahhh yes.. She will present herself tomorrow. How wonderful!" I smiled, gave the bird another loving stroke and sent it on his way with a note of excitement.
"Now back to our conversation..So tell me Junior.. Why haven't you taken control from him?"
 
D

I smile ironically as I say “Three reasons one he’s to strong for me to take out in a frontal assault two he’s still my father no mater how much I hate him I don’t think I could kill him and three I don’t think I wont the responsibility.” I shrug as I watch the large bird that brot her the message.

I look back at her saying “but maybe its time for me to go back and face him I’m getting tiered of running and quit frankly the things he sends after me are no real challenge any more,” I shrug noncommittally.
 
Kara

"You know there are faithful followers to you out there who would be willing to stand by your side and aid you in this. Think about it.. And while you are at it why not stay a few nights and join the little gathering? I have fellow sisters coming to join us here very shortly....." I left a hint of mystery to my words and smiled as I reclined back onto the couch.
 
Palthor

I sat upon my perch as I watched and listen to my mistress spin a tale of intrigue for the stranger. The on who called himself D. I always enjoyed as she toyed with her guests in a mental game of chess. She was qiute good at it, almost as much fun as Playing in one of her storms.
 
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