Finally, I got word up!
Gakis are a vampire race I made up by blending some vampire-like spirits of various Asiatic mythos together.
Anyone who can help me a bit with cultural aspects, or even monster suggestions, add it to your review, or e-mail me about it. Thank you. ***********************************************************************
The two creatures eyed each other warily as they kneeled against the low cherry wood table; the solid black eyes met and competed against the cold amber.
For a moment, the Nosferatu looked away to spy upon his surroundings – a narrow eight by eight room with traditional reed matting lain upon the floor, a silk screen depicting the change of reasons was obscuring the doorway out to the street. All around the bamboo and paper wall was draped with more silk – wall scrolls that complement the screen. It all looked delicate, and serene – as a teahouse should be.
However, Tea was not the order of the day for the men.
The other one – the Gaki, leaned forward, the sigh of his emerald- hued Kimo (a trendy hip-length modification of a Kimono) was audible to the Nosferatu's long, bat-like ears. The other man was lithe and long in frame, his almond-shaped eyes were of frozen amber – eyes that were tiger-like in life or perhaps even pure gold. The Japanese man's strong, narrow hands lightly touched the circular crossbar of his katana, as the tight ponytail of midnight locks tumbled down to the small of his back, with only a stray strand or two amiss from the arrangement. The Gaki looked upon him with the cool, detached boredom one would associate with a panther that eyed upon a fawn it had just orphaned.
"Very well, Orlox Dietrich, if that is indeed your name, is there reason why you wish to have arranged this... meeting." The voice, liquid velvet, with purring inflections and layers of locks and secrets – spoke in German with a strong Japanese accent, and a small degree of irritation as those agile fingers clenched around a black cherry from the bowl that was in the middle of the table.
"My Lord..." The Germanic vampire started as he bowed his head – no sense in offending the man, for he needed this Gaki for the scheme to work.
"We just met, and yet you call me 'Lord' already? If you must know a name to call me by, I am Yoarashi Yamato – However, that matters little for the now, do go on." Yoarashi interrupted as he watched the foreigner with narrowed eyes, his colorless lips touched the small fruit, and started to bit into it with his feline-like set of fangs – the cherry stained his lips with the deep maroon and tart juice, but he could not deprive any pleasure or revulsion from it's flavor.
"You are aware of the hollow vortex in the invisible world, are you not?" Orlox concealed a wicked smirk that had threatened to appear under his impossibly long, hook-like nose. Who knew that biochemical engineered Sarin was so effective in killing elementals? Well, too bad about the humans who were exposed to it as well. The Nosferatu cackled to himself at his clever little scheme.
"Only the mortals are not aware of it, Dietrich, what of it then?"
"I have been assure that with them gone, that if one has the ambition – no, desire, they can gain more power and more influence over the underworld." He whispered softly, the grin again appeared over his thin, pasty-hued lips.
"Now I see your scheme – and may I ask, where do you see me at in this... little master plan of yours? A decoy to deflect your enemies' attention... or an underling perhaps?" The feline-like vampire questioned as he raised a delicate brow.
"No..." Orlox bowed even deeper. "As a Master and Lord, Yamato." He lightly gazed up – to gauge the reaction.
"If you really do wish me as your master – tell me what you will gain from relinquishing control to me, Nosferatu?" The disdain was clear in those glaciered amber eyes as he delicately took a small orange into his hands. "Even the dog wants something, as a servant would. What do you desire for me to give you in return for you to call me 'Lord'?" The long nails nicked, and started to peel the rough rind off the citrus fruit.
A soft clattered of beads drew the men's attention away, as a tall, and doll-like beauty delicately stepped in the room, the nimble hands held the lacquer tray carefully as the dragon-etched tea set shook lightly with each almost dance-like step of the newcomer. Her black hair was pulled back into an unconventional french knot, and decorated with beaded pins, and delicate autumn flowers – her skin was as pale as the make-up the 'Maiko' – the dancers, tended to use, with deep violet eye shadow framing her chocolate-hued eyes. Orlox noted that her lips were soft, succulent, scarlet-colored and wantonly full – the sort that would drive any straight man into desire. The sky blue kimono – decked with delicate iris and butterfly motifs – did little to conceal the delicate, almost flower-like figure. The beauty set down the tea service, and poured the maroon, metallic-smelling liquid into their cups, as small strands of steam wafted away to the ceiling.
"Ayame is beautiful, do you not agree, Dietrich?" The cunning smile appeared over the native's lips, as he gingerly stroke Ayame under the chin.
Orlox swallowed, he was tempted to ask for the woman – something that most of previous masters (with the exception of the vampire king), was more inclined to grant.
"Thank you for bringing us the necessary drink, older sister." He uttered the last two words in Japanese, as he quietly dismissed her with another string of their native language.
The Germanic Vampire hissed at himself – business before pleasure, you are not here for women, no matter how beautiful they are, he scolded at himself for letting his eye wondered dangerously.
"As I was going to say, Yamato, All we need to do to guarantee your place is to be rid of two obstacles." The large ears flicked, as the coal- black eyes gazed at the iced honey orbs.
"And they would be--?" Yoarashi delicately sipped at the heated blood, and then lapped up the coppery-tasting fluid with a rough, agile tongue.
"Two men, one of them is practically a boy." He tossed his nearly bald head in an attempt to appear regal – but only came off as a bit more then grotesque.
"Names, and why do they matter?" The Japanese vampire pressed on, and sensed that perhaps this was what Orlox Dietrich desired.
"Genya Arikado – a Half-vampire of no small ability, one who has turned against his father's race, he will stop at nothing to thwart any plan laid down by one of us."
A light glimmered in Yoarashi's eyes at the mention of the name. Sounds like a man worthy of a challenge, he hoped as he laid his fingers upon the hilt of his katana.
"And the other one?"
"A young man, almost a boy, with a myriad dark powers that stirs in his blood. He is under the Half-vampire's tutelage, and his powers hasn't fully awaken yet – so he is vulnerable now, and we must have his blood draining down our throats before the half-vampire can awaken his power." Orlox Dietrich half-lied, as he leaned forward and tried to convey the inexperience the target had. "Or else all is lost."
"I do not kill the weak if I had no need to drink." The expression was glacier-like, and sharp as the sword that rested upon his hip.
"I don't want him dead! I want him in my hands, alive – to do as I see fit with him." The Nosferatu clarified – as he pushed the twisted, gleeful thoughts from his mind.
"And what is this man's name?" The thing brow was arched in an expression of disbelief at the rat-faced vampire's brazen request.
"I believe he's called Soma Cruz."
"Perhaps we may have an alliance." The Gaki bowed his head as he kept his expression neutral.
"You will not regret it, Master."
Gakis are a vampire race I made up by blending some vampire-like spirits of various Asiatic mythos together.
Anyone who can help me a bit with cultural aspects, or even monster suggestions, add it to your review, or e-mail me about it. Thank you. ***********************************************************************
The two creatures eyed each other warily as they kneeled against the low cherry wood table; the solid black eyes met and competed against the cold amber.
For a moment, the Nosferatu looked away to spy upon his surroundings – a narrow eight by eight room with traditional reed matting lain upon the floor, a silk screen depicting the change of reasons was obscuring the doorway out to the street. All around the bamboo and paper wall was draped with more silk – wall scrolls that complement the screen. It all looked delicate, and serene – as a teahouse should be.
However, Tea was not the order of the day for the men.
The other one – the Gaki, leaned forward, the sigh of his emerald- hued Kimo (a trendy hip-length modification of a Kimono) was audible to the Nosferatu's long, bat-like ears. The other man was lithe and long in frame, his almond-shaped eyes were of frozen amber – eyes that were tiger-like in life or perhaps even pure gold. The Japanese man's strong, narrow hands lightly touched the circular crossbar of his katana, as the tight ponytail of midnight locks tumbled down to the small of his back, with only a stray strand or two amiss from the arrangement. The Gaki looked upon him with the cool, detached boredom one would associate with a panther that eyed upon a fawn it had just orphaned.
"Very well, Orlox Dietrich, if that is indeed your name, is there reason why you wish to have arranged this... meeting." The voice, liquid velvet, with purring inflections and layers of locks and secrets – spoke in German with a strong Japanese accent, and a small degree of irritation as those agile fingers clenched around a black cherry from the bowl that was in the middle of the table.
"My Lord..." The Germanic vampire started as he bowed his head – no sense in offending the man, for he needed this Gaki for the scheme to work.
"We just met, and yet you call me 'Lord' already? If you must know a name to call me by, I am Yoarashi Yamato – However, that matters little for the now, do go on." Yoarashi interrupted as he watched the foreigner with narrowed eyes, his colorless lips touched the small fruit, and started to bit into it with his feline-like set of fangs – the cherry stained his lips with the deep maroon and tart juice, but he could not deprive any pleasure or revulsion from it's flavor.
"You are aware of the hollow vortex in the invisible world, are you not?" Orlox concealed a wicked smirk that had threatened to appear under his impossibly long, hook-like nose. Who knew that biochemical engineered Sarin was so effective in killing elementals? Well, too bad about the humans who were exposed to it as well. The Nosferatu cackled to himself at his clever little scheme.
"Only the mortals are not aware of it, Dietrich, what of it then?"
"I have been assure that with them gone, that if one has the ambition – no, desire, they can gain more power and more influence over the underworld." He whispered softly, the grin again appeared over his thin, pasty-hued lips.
"Now I see your scheme – and may I ask, where do you see me at in this... little master plan of yours? A decoy to deflect your enemies' attention... or an underling perhaps?" The feline-like vampire questioned as he raised a delicate brow.
"No..." Orlox bowed even deeper. "As a Master and Lord, Yamato." He lightly gazed up – to gauge the reaction.
"If you really do wish me as your master – tell me what you will gain from relinquishing control to me, Nosferatu?" The disdain was clear in those glaciered amber eyes as he delicately took a small orange into his hands. "Even the dog wants something, as a servant would. What do you desire for me to give you in return for you to call me 'Lord'?" The long nails nicked, and started to peel the rough rind off the citrus fruit.
A soft clattered of beads drew the men's attention away, as a tall, and doll-like beauty delicately stepped in the room, the nimble hands held the lacquer tray carefully as the dragon-etched tea set shook lightly with each almost dance-like step of the newcomer. Her black hair was pulled back into an unconventional french knot, and decorated with beaded pins, and delicate autumn flowers – her skin was as pale as the make-up the 'Maiko' – the dancers, tended to use, with deep violet eye shadow framing her chocolate-hued eyes. Orlox noted that her lips were soft, succulent, scarlet-colored and wantonly full – the sort that would drive any straight man into desire. The sky blue kimono – decked with delicate iris and butterfly motifs – did little to conceal the delicate, almost flower-like figure. The beauty set down the tea service, and poured the maroon, metallic-smelling liquid into their cups, as small strands of steam wafted away to the ceiling.
"Ayame is beautiful, do you not agree, Dietrich?" The cunning smile appeared over the native's lips, as he gingerly stroke Ayame under the chin.
Orlox swallowed, he was tempted to ask for the woman – something that most of previous masters (with the exception of the vampire king), was more inclined to grant.
"Thank you for bringing us the necessary drink, older sister." He uttered the last two words in Japanese, as he quietly dismissed her with another string of their native language.
The Germanic Vampire hissed at himself – business before pleasure, you are not here for women, no matter how beautiful they are, he scolded at himself for letting his eye wondered dangerously.
"As I was going to say, Yamato, All we need to do to guarantee your place is to be rid of two obstacles." The large ears flicked, as the coal- black eyes gazed at the iced honey orbs.
"And they would be--?" Yoarashi delicately sipped at the heated blood, and then lapped up the coppery-tasting fluid with a rough, agile tongue.
"Two men, one of them is practically a boy." He tossed his nearly bald head in an attempt to appear regal – but only came off as a bit more then grotesque.
"Names, and why do they matter?" The Japanese vampire pressed on, and sensed that perhaps this was what Orlox Dietrich desired.
"Genya Arikado – a Half-vampire of no small ability, one who has turned against his father's race, he will stop at nothing to thwart any plan laid down by one of us."
A light glimmered in Yoarashi's eyes at the mention of the name. Sounds like a man worthy of a challenge, he hoped as he laid his fingers upon the hilt of his katana.
"And the other one?"
"A young man, almost a boy, with a myriad dark powers that stirs in his blood. He is under the Half-vampire's tutelage, and his powers hasn't fully awaken yet – so he is vulnerable now, and we must have his blood draining down our throats before the half-vampire can awaken his power." Orlox Dietrich half-lied, as he leaned forward and tried to convey the inexperience the target had. "Or else all is lost."
"I do not kill the weak if I had no need to drink." The expression was glacier-like, and sharp as the sword that rested upon his hip.
"I don't want him dead! I want him in my hands, alive – to do as I see fit with him." The Nosferatu clarified – as he pushed the twisted, gleeful thoughts from his mind.
"And what is this man's name?" The thing brow was arched in an expression of disbelief at the rat-faced vampire's brazen request.
"I believe he's called Soma Cruz."
"Perhaps we may have an alliance." The Gaki bowed his head as he kept his expression neutral.
"You will not regret it, Master."