![]() ![]() He had many enemies and just as many allies, making him a very real threat to anyone wanting to do away with him. He was one of the oldest remaining amongst her kind, having mastered the art of disguise and day walking. His power was unlike anything Valahena had encountered on her travels as an independent. Valahena could still feel that desire to cringe and lower herself to her knees before him, cowering beneath him. Faster than even her highly acute eyesight could follow, the giant stood before her, his green eyes having filled up with a deep crimson. He was her creator her new “father” in this world of darkness and lust. ![]() She continued to stare into those depths, knowing he still had power over her and always would. His green eyes glowed in the darkness, casting an emerald shade upon his high cheek bones. After all… He had been witness to not just her first death, but her second death as well. Viktor, of course, knew that fact about her. It reminded her too much of the noose that had been used in her hanging hundreds of years ago. She never did enjoy having fingers wrap around her neck. Her gloved hand settled around her throat. “Do not touch me,” Valahena warned quietly. In her case, Valahena was sure it was a mixture of both. It could mean that she was hungry, or it could mean that she was beginning to get annoyed. The colour itself either meant one of two things for creatures such as herself. She grasped ahold of his wrist, pushing him off of her as she took a step aside, turning to face him. “You make it a point to not let me forget, Viktor,” Valahena replied, her lips somewhat curling in a grimace. A soft hiss came from her lips as his large hand grasped her neck, forcing her head to tilt back, “But you are forgetting who it was that made you what you are now.” “That may be so, Valahena,” Viktor agreed. “I am old enough to no longer need a babysitter.” Except for those who claimed the night as their own, her origins were very well unknown. It held a very slight accent, tracing back to a time that no one would be able to account for. “You do not have to wait with me, Viktor,” Valahena said in that gentle tone of hers. His thinly crafted lips were outlined by a neatened goatee that would never grow any thicker. His green eyes were framed by the softest of lines, his nose strong and sharp. His hair was a flaxen blond, peppered with a steely grey that only befitted his appearance. He stood behind her, a regal being that towered over 6” easily. “What will it take for you to get it into your head that there is no future for you here.” The male presence stepped out from the shadows as though he had been borne of them. She heard his heavy noise of disapproval. “For as long as it takes.” Her reply was soft, her gaze never wavering from the window, blackened by the lack of artificial or natural light to illuminate it from within. “How long do you plan on standing behind this tree, Valahena?” ![]()
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