[Zvarjaciely]

Wh-what...?
No fangs?
Why?
confused on how it's seen as a special feature or whatever, i mean come on all JMDs have fangs, it's just that they stick out on this one -.-
Well...that's a major disappointment turnoff...

[Wileyfangs]

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† ṡсɾατсhïṉģ τhε ṡυɾƒαсε...†
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Username:

A sleek black and red JMD pads into the room, her eyes a fiery red in color. Her jewel is black and tinged with red, making it an almost blood-red color. It gleams as she gazes at you all impassively. "The person I believe you're all looking for is Violet & Ivy. However she will not be answering the questions here." She smirked lightly. "I will."

Violet & Ivy is my username and no I am only one person. This is truly my first try for a JMD and I have to say I honestly could not have picked better for my first try. Thank you for letting me try for her! <33

Name:

"My name is Gholka," a dark, yet velvety
voice murmurs as two blood red eyes stare at you with a
hint of amusement but she hardly dares to deign you
with much else.

This one's name is Gholka Nivrina, but she only truly responds to Gholka. She does not have a nickname and unless you'd enjoy losing a bit of blood or having your face clawed at, you'd best keep it that way.

Name Meaning:

The vampric JMD snorts at you contemptuously.
"Why must my name have a meaning? I am Gholka which
means nothing for I am nothing. Nothing more, nothing
less than Gholka." She smirks lightly however and
watches you. "However you can give it a meaning
...perhaps I can be your nightmare."

Gholka is a name that I pretty much made up when I was younger. It truthfully has no meaning but to me it means "mysterious one" or "silent one." I hope that this is an okay thing to do because I honestly love that name. <33

Gender:

"Do I look like a male to you?"
Her eyes gleam dangerously as she bares her teeth
at you, but soon settles down looking rather
disgruntled. "I'm a female I can assure you of
that!" She hisses as she sulks, stalking off.

Gholka is indeed a girl. She hates being confused as dark, handsome, or male. If you can't tell she's a female you'd better not say it to her face as she tends to get a bit testy...as you've pretty much seen. It's only because she dislikes how vampire stories these days portray them. Sure they are good looking, but honestly the words make her want to gag.

Birth date:

"Now why on Earth do you need to know
this again?" The sleek black and red creature grumbles as she
gazes at you impassively. "Surely this isn't that kind of
questionnaire is it? You're not going to ask me for my
social security number next are you?" She jokes mockingly.
After a moment she raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"I was born on May 14th 1732."

Gholka was born in the year 1732 a time that was full of hardships and trials as settlers and colonists moved into her home. She'd only been a little one then, barely a few years old, but she'd seen many things, both terrible and great happen during that time period. While she may seem more than a little up to date she tends to still keep the times close to her as ever.

Age

Gholka stares at you with wide eyes, affronted.
"You do realize that you never ask a woman her age right? I
hope you do because otherwise this may be a bit of a
shock you young welp!" Huffing she turns away, her nose
high in the air and a bit of reddish-black sparks
swirling around the end of her tail.

Gholka is truthfully only 281 years old. Most vampires are way older than that and tend to be a bit more into hiding than she. Truthfully she can hide in plain sight without too much trouble. Having been as old as she is she knows many things and has learned in many ways. However it is hard for her sometimes to let go of the past and move on with society nowadays due to just how fast but strange its going. She looks to be in her twenties at least, but that's simply a masking of how old she truly is.

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† hεɾ lïƒε ṡτøɾÿ...†
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What was life like in 1732?

At this the hint of a smile began
to make its way onto her face, and she gazes into space
fondly. "Oh my life was rather hard in 1732, time of the
great wars you know. I was living in a large home, newly
made in a small town called Lakesville. Practically tiny,
but it was home. There I learned the etiquette of how to
steal one's dinner from the cooling windowsills without
being caught, how to take from those larger and bigger
than you without them even suspecting, and of course
how to hunt. Hunting was especially hard back then
since I knew not the etiquette needed for such a task.
However I can assure you that I tend to do this as
painlessly as I can."

Not much is truly known of Gholka's life except that she lived in Lakesville, Iowa for quite a while. While having very little as a young one, recently changed as well she was, as many would say, not had the easiest of lives. Having been too young to hunt she stole what she could eat, and lied and tricked those to get it. Not entirely proud of that fact she soon tried to make up for it years later with learning how to be independent and to hunt on her own. However not having Vampire fangs as one should tends to be a bit messy when trying to hunt. She is skilled however now in her hunts and only takes what she needs and never too much. She fears not being the monster, but losing who she is to it.

Where did she go?

"Where did I go eh? Well
I've gone to many places, Africa, Rome,
Spain, Czechoslovakia, and many other
places as well." Her smile's growing
fonder as she talks of them. "When you're 281 years
old, you find that with all that free time
you might as well go exploring. Plus I was
quite the traveler, always looking for something
new or old, anything different or odd or out of place.
I found much of what I was looking for...but for all
the wrong reasons." She pauses then and a flash of
black from her jewels cause her to shudder as she
speaks again. "I was truly sickened in some cases
and disturbed in others. Often I thought myself crazed.
I find that I'm able to find odd things so much easier now...and without the same price."

Gholka has indeed gone to each of these places on the hunt for anything extraordinary or too strange to not want to see. However during that time she witnessed many strange things...and many disturbing, terrible ones as well. Still sensitive to the lives of the world she had been appalled and disgusted by how terribly many people were treated in WWII. She's seen so much that it scarred her emotionally inside and left her disturbed and sickened. She thought herself to be crazy for the longest while.

Has she ever fallen in love?

"Ugh here we go," She rolls her
eyes at you, the red irises gleaming almost dangerously
and she speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone."...the old have you
ever fallen in love story. Well here's the answer my dear:
NO!" She huffs lightly and snorts as if incredulous to
the very idea of being in love. "I have never once fallen in love.
Reason being is this: I.Am.Dead. I'm immortal. If I loved anything or anyone
I would surely lose them to a death I should've
had long ago. Unfortunately however we do not
chose our fates. If we could many of us would surely
have the time of our lives now wouldn't we?" Sighing she stalks away
almost tiredly, looking as though she has the weight of the
world on her shoulders alone. "Not to say I never would've liked to."

This is the thing. Gholka is never one to think much of such intangible things unless she is alone with her thoughts and truly thinks for far too long. Things such as love are unfathomable to her, but not because she doesn't believe she deserves it, but rather because she's never truly sure if she should take the risk. Being an immortal vampire with thousands of years ahead of you...that is truly mind boggling when it's not even you. But what happens when they grow old and die? What happens when you can no longer be with them or around them? Gholka is truly not sure what to make of being loved by anyone in any way which is why she keeps many people at a distance as many Vampires do. It's simply easier that way...not to mention she'd hate to snack on anyone she cared that deeply for.

Well if she could find love what would she look for?

"Oh dear God, please..." She mutters and then
continues in a mockingly thoughtful voice."What would I look
for to find a love? Hmm how about someone who's not afraid of
blood, or the dark, or me?" She grins her teeth glistening slightly.
"You do realize that love for me isn't going to be a fairy tale
ending correct?" She sighs quietly, her red irises gleaming sadly.
"And it's not that vampires don't have mates, because I've seen
more than a few in my lifetime, but honestly dear how will I even
be able to find someone who does love me for me and not
because of my looks or abilities?" She sighed quietly and turned away.
"There are those, you must realize, who never find love.
And I am one of them."

Gholka, despite her words, truthfully has no true preference. Whether it be guy or girl or whatever she has no qualms about. Having been alone for most of her life she's hardly even tried to find her one and only and even if she had what use would it be? She's not going to take away anyone's life just because she wants to be with them. Being a vampire is a cold and crazy thing and truthfully, rarely, will you find a happy vampire. Even Dracula would say the same.

What was her childhood truly like?

"My childhood? Hmm well it
wasn't always fond I can remember that." She sighs softly.
"In fact I doubt my childhood was any fun anyway. Wasn't
like I had any family...Orphans don't as far as I know."
She doesn't look at you then deciding the ground is
far more interesting as she mumbles something else.
"I lived in a large house in Lakesville alright, but I
never said I lived there with anyone."

In truth Gholka never had a family, not a real one at least. Her father left when he realized her mother was pregnant leaving her broken hearted. It was around the next few years that she died from a terrible ailment, small pox when Gholka was only 9 years old. Not knowing where to go or who to turn to since neither parent had any family she had hidden in the newest built home, a large mansion for a very wealthy family. Scared to be discovered she often had tricked others into thinking it was haunted by an angry ghost, doing this so well that the family who actually owned the house refused to live in it. Since so many were afraid of it, it became her refuge.

How did she get her chains?

"..." She opens her eyes and
watches you almost warily, the slithering of
her chains clinking almost reflectively as
she moves her paws. "Well that's very personal,"
she murmured as she looks down at them, though
there is no bite to her tone, only an open thoughtful
tone. "It all started when I was first a vampire..."

Gholka got her chains during her first few weeks as a vampire. Now as many of you already know a newly changed vampire is in fact the most frightening thing you can ever find since they're hungry and unpredictable. The same of course went for Gholka, who was starving terribly as well, roaming around by herself for food. Her 'creator' however never deigned to even try to show an ounce of interest in her and as a newly transformed vampire she was a threat. However one kindly vampire managed to help her through the rough months of her transformation and chained her to the only thing she could never touch, holy water. It doesn't help that holy water produced in the mountains was indeed the purest form of it. She was chained in the secret cavern right in front of it and day in and day out he would bring her 'food'. Eventually when he deemed her able to think and see as well as control her bloodlust and thirst, he set her free with a sword and cut away her bonds. He's still around but he hardly visits much to Gholka's disappointment. They have much to discuss after all.

What's true about Vampires?

Gholka grinned lightly as she looks at you,
forgetting about her past for a moment, seeming to be
both surprised and pleased by this question more
than all the rest. "Well to clear up a few things here
for one, no Vampires do not burst into flame in the
sunlight. That is an absolute no. We grow lethargic
yes, but we're hardly about to die from a few simple
rays of light," she huffs lightly at the very thought.
"And no we do not sleep in coffins either. Where
that one even came from I'll never know, but it
must've been from a total nut case."She rolls
her eyes and then smirks. "However we do
drink blood...but that doesn't mean we
don't eat real food. Blood is actually
essential for us to eat any 'human' food.
When given to a vampire it opens up the
stomach enough to help us eat. Otherwise
we starve slowly and lose our minds..."
She hums thoughtfully. "There is one myth
that is true...at least for me it always has
been and that is that I can't touch water." She
sighs at this and looks out into space."Holy water...
it can kill me...for good."

Okay so Gholka here was certainly glad to set you straight about a few of the stereotypical Vampire myths. Truthfully when she read Twilight she burned the book in her claws only a second later but when she found out that the 'vampires' -- "because no honest to God Vampire would ever SPARKLE in the sunlight! That is simply too preposterous"-- sparkled she was pretty livid. Burned a few of my things to show for it too. -.-'

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Personality:

My personality? Hmm,"
Thoughtfully she tips her head to the side.
"Weeeell I happen to be very...persuasive,"
she purrs as she slinks towards you.
"I'm stronger than I look and I
certainly am known to have a bit
of a...how do you say...creative
streak in me for the bizarre."

Intelligent & Clever:
Gholka has always been very smart even from when she was younger. She's hardly stupid at all in fact and hardly anything slips by her without her notice. As clever as she is she can sometimes be a bit too smart and get way in over her head. But then again when you're two centuries and eighty-one years old you tend to get just a little too smart for your own good.

Temperamental
Now this is one of Gholka's weak points. She has a temper and she knows it. The worst part is sometimes she just can't control it. She can go from upset to furious in a matter of moments and even if calmed down enough to relax she can still grow quite testy. She's a little firebomb just waiting to explode when that happens so it's best to just either step carefully or move out of the way. She won't however just randomly yell or scream at anyone, but it's the quiet, silent anger that you should worry about because that means she can hold a grudge.

Whimsical
Now as far as personality goes, Gholka, you may realize has a rather strange one. And the weirdest thing is her attitude can change so quickly it can leave you with whip-lash. She's so confusing to others, being wonderfully nice one minute and then terribly mean the next. However this often just makes her more intriguing and, much to her chagrin, also seems to make others want to know her more and better. However hardly anyone has ever succeeded.

Odd
Well when dealing with a JMD like this there is one thing you have to realize: she is strange. And more than the average JMD. Being a vampire she tends to have a hard time letting go of the past and often winds up confused by the future's new and strange ways. Such as asking a woman what her real age is, or being able to talk a certain way about something you didn't like. She was odd in her own time however and so it is hard for her to feel even remotely apart of the world itself.

Alone
Gholka has never been able to connect very well with others and as a result she seeks solace in being near civilization but never in it. She's been glimpsed at and of course seen but she always leaves before feelings and emotions can grow too close for comfort. She honestly has a hard time with this fact about herself and internal debates about whether to speak or not can go on for a very long while. However on the outside she maybe cool and calm, graceful and elegant but inside she's hardly that at all and the hustle and bustle of the city, or the slower pace of the suburbs tends to leave her more than a little confused and even more lonely. But that is the life you live to be a vampire.

With a dash of crazy...
Now this side of Gholka rarely comes out, since she keeps a firm leash on it, but when it does come out it's due to only two things: Anger or Sadness. That's what triggers it the most and that's why Gholka truthfully has to be whimsical in order to keep this feeling in check. When she witnessed some of the terrors of WWII she lost her mind nearly and had destroyed a concentration camp out of pure rage so black she was nothing more than a shadow. It truly hurts her to be this way and she tries to never let herself lose control but sometimes it does happen. Sometimes she does break and it's hard to pick up the pieces. This is truly the biggest reason she believes herself incapable of love or compassion.

Hobbies:

"Do I have any hobbies eh?" The
sleek JMD hummed thoughtfully, her bright
red eyes gleaming curiously in the dim light.
"I'd say that yes I do have hobbies but
truthfully I haven't done many of them in
a long while." She hummed lightly and sat down
on her haunches. "I loved to fly of course.
Flying was always a fond experience of mine
as well as dancing, but dears it's been years
since I last had a partner. I think even
before I was turned into a vampire,"
She sighs almost wistfully as she begins to
stretch. "I'll admit another hobby while I'm
at it I suppose but I was always good at
taking pictures you know. I loved them
as a young girl and I'd still love to take them."

Gholka has three hobbies that she enjoyed thoroughly throughout her few years as a normal JMD. Photography though was still in the works but with a clever paw, she'd managed to 'borrow' one of the newly made cameras. And she had the time of her life, taking still photos of everything and everyone until the day she was bitten. During that time it was far too early to determine just when she started learning how to dance, but I suppose it was during the Lakesville Ball that she learned. Having been asked to the dance she'd found that she was very adept at it and with a partner who was skillful enough she could turn them into a wonderful team. She discovered flying when she had changed into a Vampire, her wings stronger than they had been before and she soon found that with those wings of hers she could go anywhere she pleased. To this day Gholka tries to ignite the same passion for dancing and photography that she once had, but she can't seem to rekindle her connection.

What she loves:

The beautiful JMD gazes
at you almost curiously once the question
is asked and she tilts her head in
bemusement. "What do I love?" She peers
out into the distance still as thoughtful
as ever, but then snorts suddenly in disgust.
"I doubt you'll have much luck with me," she
mutters as she gets to her paws. "I don't love
anything." That being said she gave her wings
a flap before leaving the room momentarily.
When she came back her lips were red.
"However feeding is always a treat," she purrs.

Old things
Gholka treasures old things from her era and beyond. She adores them and keeps them well hidden back in her little town of Lakesville which is very well abandoned by now and practically a ghost town in itself. She loves to find old broken things too and make them into something else. Broken old wine bottles for instance can be made into a glass panel or a ceramic design. Anything that is old and has once held value can definitely be found in her little coven of treasures.

Books
Well she does enjoy a good, proper story and nothing is better to read from then a book. Stephen King's collection of stories truly does draw her in and she can never put them down until she's done, no matter how many times she's read them. Edgar Allen Poe is her sweetheart however and she loves his chilling stories to death. The Tell-Tale Heart truly made her so suspenseful she could barely sit still.

Her Photo Collection
While she might not have the same passion for taking photographs as she once had, she does enjoy looking over her very first ones at at least. They remind her of easier days and help her keep her calm when society here is far too....fast or too confusing to understand correctly. Looking through her photo album tells her of days where it may have been tough but at least you knew who you were and you could take pride in that. And it's thanks to those photos that Gholka knows exactly who she is now.

The Night
As cliché as it is, Gholka truly feels more comfortable at night than any other vampire. She's a lot more relaxed and calm by watching the moon drift across the sky, and the idea in itself of the night life, puts her at ease. Hunting is more leisurely at night than in the day and she's surprisingly a little bit kinder when the sun goes down and the moon is higher in the sky. A midnight flight is always needed and she enjoys it very much. You could never find her this easy-going or calm during the day time where blinding light of the sun makes you want to slink into a cave, or the loudness of people going about their daily business makes your headache in more ways than just one. Honestly Gholka loves the Night probably more than any other.

What she hates:

"Oh this
should be easy," she exclaims as
she settles down onto the floor.
"Well for one I hate these questions,
prodding into my business like an old woman
after gossip." She grins cheekily at you
and then sighs and lies her head down.
"I hate vampire romance stories, because honestly
after two centuries and eighty one years you would
think they would have something new by now. The
idea of werewolves however isn't too bad, but eh,
it could use more more work." She hums
quietly in thought. "I hate being
fawned over as though I'm a helpless newborn, I hate
not being able to roam, I.....truly despise vampire slayers
because believe me they're real." Her fur puffs up a
bit at that and her red eyes gleam brightly for moment,
as black and red sparks fly from her jewels, but she calms
down again, though her claws are digging sharply into the floor.
"A Slayer is nothing more than a monster
pretending not to be. They'd kill millions if they could to get
to a vampire, who truthfully probably isn't one to begin with."
She hisses with contempt dripping from her words. [color=#A60000]
"They are liars and cheats that claim to care for the well
being of humans and regular JMDs when truthfully all they care
about is having another notch under their belts like the idiots they are.
" Her eyes glow almost dangerously but the clinking of her
chains causes her to pause. She takes a deep breath then
and then exhales shakily. Her jewels stops sparking and
her eyes stop glowing as she looks down almost sadly. "
But they look down on us like we're the worst of the worst,
when truthfully it's the other claw around."

Intruding Questions
Well as we already know, she is mostly alone all her life so that means that intruding questions such as these can really get under her skin and make her more than a little defensive and annoyed. She's a really unsocial character and to be honest she'd hate having to lie to cover up her trail, least someone begin to ask too many questions. When she wasn't a vampric JMD she'd just tell them to butt out, but in all honesty she's a bit more lax about these things now.

Gossip
We all know that gossip is a terrible, but Gholka knows that more than anyone else. After all she was often the subject of gossip from when she was younger and often or not the gossip was hardly true, but it certainly made others wary of her before she was even a Vampire. It hurt her feelings to say the least, when she found out and thus her hatred of gossip began. Nowadays if there is gossip going on she'd much rather try to find out the truth rather than have others talk behind her back than in her face. She could at least respect you for it more.

Modern Vampire Books
In case you missed this --"I don't know how on Earth you'd be able to do that unless you're a total blockhead!"-- Gholka hates modern Vampire stories. Why? Well it's simple. All they ever seem to focus on is the romance. Which she thinks is stupid because honestly, let's be realistic here. If you knew there was a Vampire on your street, would you fall in love with them at first sight? Because that love at first sight stuff hardly happens in real life as it is...but then again realistically Vampires aren't supposed to be real either. Maybe it's the description that's been used hundreds of times over the centuries, or perhaps it's the fact that people hardly seem to give Vampires the natural respect in books that they deserve. Whatever the case Gholka hates modern Vampire stories with a passion and if you see a few fires in the middle of the night, it's probably her burning them.

Being Taken Care Of
Okay so we already established Gholka's need to be alone quite clearly I hope. Well with that comes independence and she hates to be taken care of. Reason being she's always used to doing everything she does by herself. So for someone else to do something for her...well she feels as though it's an insult to her pride as well as an unspoken statement that she's weak. Not having been a normal JMD for so long, she forgets that one can't always do everything by oneself and it makes it harder with her pride in the way.

Vampire Slayers
Okay so Gholka detests Vampire slayers to the utmost of her ability. Reason being she once befriended one, not knowing she was a Vampire Slyaer at the time, and the two had grown almost close. Gholka respected her greatly and vise versa. However when she found out about her 'friend's' job Gholka was so disgusted and horrified with her she couldn't even look at her any longer and so took to the road again. that was in Venice Italy when she was 132 years old, still naive enough to believe in such a thing such as 'friendship'. That Vampire Slayer broke Gholka's trust as well as her belief in friendship and now Gholka thinks nothing more than the worst about Vampire Slayers.


Into the Bloody Wars
((Okay so this takes place in 1938 in Norway in a concentration camp.
Warning!This is both sad and somewhat graphic as well and if you don't enjoy reading it then I suggest you skip it and head on down to the art.))

Blood.
That was all she could taste on her tongue. Her head was swimming and someone was crying out to her, pleading to her. She didn't care however as she drank an angry type of hunger making her stubborn. Her teeth currently clamped onto some poor souls throat and underneath her claws she could feel a heart beating growing fainter and fainter. However she stopped before it could stop and she let him go, blood staining her chest and face. She looked down at her victim, her eyes curiously tinged black around the edges and her mouth dripping with the stuff. Her victim was a man, about 24 years old with blonde hair and scared, haunted blue eyes. He looked terrified trapped underneath her claws, but Gholka couldn't remember why he would be. Besides the whole blood drinking part at least.

She barely noticed the flames behind her, blood red in color and ashes as they fell down around them like dirty rain. She only noticed the man, of who looked at her with pure terror in his eyes as if she were the Devil himself. He tried to pull himself away but with Gholka's weight on him, he wasn't going anywhere she didn't want him to. There were tears in his eyes and he plead to her again in a language she didn't know. It sounded German. He wore a soldiers uniform, torn and bloody, something that caught her attention right away. But the band on his arm, with the swastika brought back the memories. She growled as she remembered slipping into the concentration camp purely by accident and the terrors she'd seen and heard. The cries of the weak and beaten rang in her ears and she snarled down at this hapless fool, her jewels gleaming dangerously and her wings flaring open.

This man had the audacity to attack a young boy, only 12 she remembered. The poor boy had been whipped and beaten and had laid unmoving for nearly an hour. Gholka knew this because it was she who removed him from their sight when the coast was clear and it was she who'd tried to ease the boy's pain. Thinking back to him now made her claws dig into the man's chest, but she wouldn't take his worthless life. He cried out, his arms moving to protect his face weakly and only then did she let him go before turning back to the ruins of this terrible place. It was with strange satisfaction that she burned almost everything it seemed, but her memory was hazy and her fur matted with blood making her truly wonder if that was all she'd done. As she passed trough certain areas, she was glad to find that it wasn't the Jews she'd attacked after all. She began looking for her boy among the wreckage though, knowing him to be hurt. Her mind was too hazy to truly comprehend what she'd done just yet.

Her boy. Where was her boy? She had seen him walk before, she remembered. Had seen him get up, stumble, but keep walking after she'd fixed him up that first time. Her fear for him was more potent than her hatred of this place and all it's inhabitants. Her claws dug fiercely into the earth when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes. Whipping her head around the Vampire was shocked and horrified to see her boy...was bleeding. 'D-Did I...?' She wondered as the boy stumbled over to her a groan on pain releasing from his swollen lips as he toppled forwards, his exhaustion making him too weak to go on. Gholka however felt bile rise from her throat at the thought of herself having attacked him.

'I hurt him...I thought I didn't...I can't remember....' Her breaths were coming in quick, sharp gasps and it was then she realized she was hyperventilating. However what snapped her out of it was when a hand grasped her fur weakly and she found herself staring eye to eye with the boy she'd tried to help. The boy she'd hurt. His eyes were a calm crystal blue and although he spoke to her in German, Gholka had mind enough to know just from his tone and murmurings that they were meant to soothe her. The very idea left her with surprise and she nearly barked with mirthless laughter at the idea. She'd attacked this boy, probably traumatized him and several hundreds of others and now they sat in a burning concentration camp and he was trying to calm her down from a panic attack? The idea was as ludicrous to her as any other...but here she was.

He gazed at her with haunted eyes, old ones that had seen far worse and it made Gholka wonder who the Vampire here truly was. "You not monster," he murmured in German as he began pulling himself up, brokenly. She hurried to help him steady himself, fearful of if he'd fall. He was so skinny, so young. He looked so broken in his burnt and torn striped prisoner's clothing, too frail to be in this world. Gholka was too afraid to leave his side and tried to get him to ride on her back countless times as they both stumbled away from that place of horrors. Eventually however he had to accept her offer when he could no longer carry himself upright and Gholka dove for him before he could hit the ground.

She needed to get him someplace safe, someplace warm. With a flap of her runic wings she took to the air quickly and the boy, oh her poor precious boy fell into an exhausted slumber.

When the boy awakened he was surprised to find himself in an abandoned barn, sleeping on a warm bale of hay. He looked around bemusedly and was surprised to find himself bandaged up and his leg in a cast. "Where did she take me?" he murmured gazing around in quiet surprise. "Where am I?" He was about to get up to try to find the angel dog he'd seen the night before, when Gholka came out of the shadows quietly. Unable to speak to him, due to his strange language and her own, she decided perhaps her animalistic words would be suffice as she walked up to him, her eyes eyes filled with worry. She didn't know why she cared so terribly for this poor boy. she didn't know why him out of thousands of others, but she did know this. She couldn't leave him without making sure he was safe.

She climbed up onto the bale of hay and sat down beside him sniffing at his wounds. His blood was clotting pretty well and the wounds would finish healing soon enough. The boy's mental and emotional healing however was a different story. Once he'd seen her, the poor boy wrapped his frail arms around her neck and sobbed weakly into her fur. Some words he spoke in English like "my parents", "My sisters" tore at Gholka's heart and she pressed her muzzle into his hair, wishing she could comfort him more than this as she licked the tears from his dirtied face. He cried through most of the day and sometimes throughout the night. Gholka tried to get him to eat what she killed and cooked with her flames, but he could only eat but so much, his body too used to not eating that she could sense it hurt him deeply not to eat as though he were saddened by this terribly.

"I used to eat so much," he'd murmured to her after a second try of duck. "Now I take one bite and I too full to eat." He cried earnestly into her again, and used to this Gholka nuzzled him sadly feeling bloody tears well up in her own eyes for the boy's pain.

He couldn't eat...then he couldn't survive. However Gholka wasn't about to let him die. Not here. Not alone.
Chest aching she left him at night to find him help. A doctor could help him far better than she ever could. And so it was off into the night she went her dark wings pitch black against the moon as she searched through the nearest town. She soon found a doctor, an old one who looked far older than Gholka felt. When she landed on his doorstep and clawed a message onto his door before hiding she waited with baited breath.

The old man was far too old to be going on this trip she'd realized, but there was no one else who could help. Or so she thought. Upon reading the inscribed note on his door, the old man went inside and phoned someone else to drive him there. Upon watching this Gholka's heart lifted and she quickly flew back to her boy before the car could make it there. She raced over to the bale of hay and nudged the boy awake, before licking his face happily for only a moment before the car showed up. Before the boy could ask anything, Gholka dove into the hay just as the old man walked in and upon seeing her boy she swore she heard his heart stop. "Dear boy! Do you speak English? Dear God you're lucky! You must've escaped eh?" The boy nodded slowly, the action seeming even too much for such a frail boy. "We must get you to a hospital at once!"

The boy's eyes widened and he looked back at Gholka's hiding face in alarm, but Gholka smiled sadly at him and offered no reprise. 'You have to go,' she willed him. 'You need this...more than you'll ever need me.' Tears welled up in the boy's eyes but he seemed to understand that Gholka was helping him and so he waved quietly in farewell as they placed him carefully in the car and Gholka watched with a bleeding heart as they soon got in and drove off into the night. The boy peered out from the back window at her, tears in his blue eyes as he waved goodbye for a final time. Gholka walked out onto the dirt path and watched them go. At 206 years of age it was the first time she'd ever connected so closely to anything and the first time her undead heart had begun to beat as she watched him go. Unbeknown to her though that boy never forgot her as he grew up and when the war was over and he'd found his mother and his oldest sister he wrote about the creature that saved his life. The creature that may have been seen as a monster to many, but was truly a beautiful angel underneath. He grew up to be a famous fictional writer and the ironic part of this story is, his tale is the only modern day vampire story Gholka will ever read. Funny how life turns about like that.

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Gholka by me
Just a little Thirsty By me
Oh Really? by me
Fangs By my friend Viscus

[. : Milotic : .]

Wh-what...?
No fangs?
Why?
confused on how it's seen as a special feature or whatever, i mean come on all JMDs have fangs, it's just that they stick out on this one -.-
Well...that's a major disappointment turnoff...

Do not argue, or spam on this thread.
Just because you choose to make the font size smaller does not mean that no one can see it. There is no point, and it should not be said at all if you do not want it to be seen.

It's not a spices standard therefore it's a special trait. Also by that logic anyone could get away with making special edits by saying, "All JMDs have jewel powers, this one's just not listed" or "All JMDs have wings, this one just has partial feathers."

If you have a problem with that, PM me do not post here. However the fact that this JMD is not going to have fangs will not change.

(I'm posting this here because I know it will be asked, and mentioned via PM throughout the contest, and it is easier to just address this a at once before it's asked fifteen times.)

[jayus]

Just because its based on a vampire doesn't mean that it needs fangs.

I think it's better for the story and the character, is there a reason they don't show their fangs? What makes people think they're a vampire?

Also, that was pretty rude of you. This is a beautiful JMD.

[pIanted]

Ressss
With the name of Trinn Ambrosia Lighara

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[rubble]

lost connection, sorry!

[Orsha]

reserve, and this is AWESOME, like..times some few thousands, ^^ really cool

[pecan]

Dropping, sorry :c

[star note]

I may try! But if not, he is so cute!

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everything is a wip.
i'll work more on my form when i can actually see