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โง Vampire Coven Member โง Location: Forest/Coven house โง Tags: Vamps โง
โง Vampire Coven Member โง Location: Forest/Coven house โง Tags: Vamps โง
Looping around the largest pine tree he'd found yet, Markus Wolff was rather like a specter haunting the forest. He had no need for breathing- he hadn't in an unfathomable amount of time- and the vague satisfaction he once got from seeing his forced breath puff into cold air had long dulled. Agility and senses gifted to him allowed him to all but glide across the forest floor, hardly disturbing even the most fragile of fall leaves. Only the tug of wind on his hair gave away the effect of the mortal world on his body.
Days like this, where the sky was painted shades of grey, were always to be spent outside. He'd been out for some time. Not hunting, he hadn't a need yet having recently fed on an unfortunate elk, he'd simply been spending the overcast afternoon stalking. The birds seemed to be in a frenzy. The species that didn't migrate seemed to be preparing for the oncoming snow storm and at the moment that was more interesting to Markus than anything his coven mates or the citizens of the little town they'd settled in were doing. A bird's call paused Markus at the top of a hill, his misstep broke a delicate fallen branch. The sound of the bird being startled into the air to his left. He watched it's path with sharp eyes. He'd once taken up bird watching in the late 1800s. Some of the knowledge had been useful in the past, but the endeavor itself had proved rather unstimulating.
"Ah. A raven." He clicked his tongue, the flat tone of his accent dulling his voice. "Ill omen." The bird disappeared below the tree line again a short ways off. Markus returned to a clearing he'd found near the beginning of his outing. He picked his navy coat up from where he had left it. The sturdy, well made fabric was nice and warm and entirely useless to him. He hooked it over his arm, putting his silvery hair back into place. Wandering back in the direction of Ute, Markus mused aloud to himself, "Ravens and storms," his eyes tracked up to the sky, tracking the clouds. "Well, this will be an interesting stay at least."
He found the almost entirely abandoned path that lead to the back of the property his coven had claimed. There was an event today, if he wasn't mistaken. The administrator at the school house that he'd talked to had been in a tizzy over it. At the time, Markus had waved away the invitation with platitudes and the excuse that he hadn't finished moving in. But the path of the raven in the dull sky occupied his mind. An outing around people might lead to his little omen. He called into the too large house without regard for if anyone was actually there or not, "I'll be going to that little festival. Do feel free to join me."