castleinthemist | 03 | Gem of Amarra

Harth was stunned.

The sun was bright and brilliant, gleaming off of his glasses. Even as a human he had seen so little of it under the blanket of smog over Haddyn. You had to give it to whoever was in charge, creating the universe, be it god, demon, powers that be, they had a particular poetic ism when it came to beauty. The sun gave life, life that sustained even those who were no longer living.

He walked through the courtyard, clumsily climbing onto a stone slab that seemed to have served a purpose at one point, but no longer. He sits there, enjoying the sun on his face warming his otherwise room temperature skin.

It was so warm.

But that warmth only served as a reminder about how much he yearned to have a decent meal. He he was starved, and no amount of birds or rats would satiate him. He needed a meal. Human. The problem was finding someone naive enough and gullible enough to follow him.

What he'd give to have that witch in his clutches, just now. Watch her scream into his hand before he bit her. Bonus? He wouldn't have to deal with her exposing him. But that would be too easy.

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[Despite knowing (and casting) several charms to prevent sunburn, Narcissa still avoids the sun when she can. A severe sunburn as a child left her with a healthy respect for her skin, the vain thing, and so she can be found in the shade of a leafy tree, idly people-watching as others seek the warmth of the day.

She knows him as soon as she sees him - the vampire who'd carefully trapped and knocked out his victim, then bandaged his bite-wound.

The problem here, of course, is the sunlight. Perhaps the castle was playing tricks with her mind...]

Perhaps the castle was playing tricks on her mind, and the ring of amarra wasn't exactly detectable through magic. That's what, as legend said, made it so difficult to find over the ages.

It was his now. He found it through his memories, his dreams. He knew he'd need it. And when he saw her? He knew her as soon as he saw her.

He didn't give her any thing more than a passing glance however. No stiffening, no fear. As if he didn't know her. But he did.

And as far as he was concerned, she was either going to submit or be killed. All he needed to do first was get around her magic.

[She hadn't expected him to know her - he hadn't seen her watching him that day, after all. But-- there's something else about him that nags at her subconscious, and not just the innately Slytherin part of her that recognises dangerous intent in others... and she'll be damned if she can put her finger on what it is.

Narcissa continues to carefully watch him through the fall of her hair as she pretends to read under the shady oak.]

He ignores here for the moment, looking up through the trees from the rock he sat on. Looking towards her, he offered a nervous smile.

"Hello?" She knew who he was. But he wanted to see what he could get away with. Hm. If she's a witch, chances are many of her spells were vocal. That was an idea.

...good afternoon.

[There's no need to be rude, after all. Why antagonise someone she's seen knock someone else unconscious and take a bite out of them? Better to be civil.]

Very curtly, he nods to her in greeting and leans back in his arms, basking in the sunlight. Without a change in his expression, he thought to himself. Perhaps she knows of the type of vampire he is. Perhaps he knows that he's the type to burn in the sun.

In that case this is a brilliant form of mockery isn't it?

[Well.

That can't be right. If he's a vampire, as she suspected, he can't go in the sunlight at all - and no spell or potion was going to help him with that. So if he's not the dark creature she suspected, then that leaves some rather unsavoury alternatives, not the least of which are that he's a cannibal.

She also notes that he doesn't return her greeting other than a cursory nod - but cannibals aren't really known for their good manners.]

Oh, but she was right in the beginning. He appeared to suck in a breath, a habit he was growing accustomed to as he played the weak little human.

"It's rude to stare, isn't it?" He leaned forward, arms over his knees. "Can I help you with something?"

I'm examining from a distance, not staring; a minute yet important difference.

[But since he's called her out on it, she doesn't bother to try and hide her pointed look in his direction.]

You seemed familiar, that's all. I daresay I was mistaken.

"Hm." Of course he's familiar. He just shakes his head, uninterested in what she had to say for the moment. With her kind of power there was a danger there that he wasn't going to provoke.

He was however going to put some thought into dealing with her, whatever necessary. "Do you have a name?"

I do.

[Her tone is even, not rising to his bait. Her staring aside, it's only polite for a gentleman to introduce himself first (though she's doubting he's a gentleman.]

As do you, I'm sure.

"Harth Fray." He said simply, barely shifting his expression from what he showed to her just then. He could sense apprehension from her, even if she had a calm exterior. It was a tense meeting, this, between them.

A shame he had no control over her, have her say what she thought. Will what she knew out of her.

Ah. But that just comes later, and it's half the fun.

03 | Gem of Amarra | OTA

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