/ub/ - Überhengst

>>8054
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>>8048
This is the inspiration for the area of blood ingestion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gjZLMQIM4k
Specific timestamp: 13:36

Hmm, the only image I found depicting a vampire drinking from the inner thigh was very gay. Probably drawn by a woman since they like that stuff. At first, I included that, and I think I did that because I think that is interesting that they enjoy such drawings. But it's not really necessary. Just imagine a skinny dude leaving hickies along another dude's inner thigh, also anime, and now you know.
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Ruby's head lay between Madoka's thighs. Her cheeks flushed as they brushed against Madoka's velvet, pink-hued white panties. She shut her eyes almost as if on the verge of tears.

Ruby then felt a small tingling in her canines that since her embrace had gotten razor sharp. The tingling increased into something akin to an itch, that's when she felt them protrude both forward and down. Suddenly, they were fangs like that of a snake but thicker and curving inwards.

She panted against the thigh in front of her. Somehow she could sense the blood thump without hearing it and know where the fattest arteries where without seeing them. She lost herself for a moment as she hyper focused on the flesh before her. She shook her head and swallowed down her saliva. She looked up at Dame.

Madoka's pointer finger rested on her lower lip as she watched Ruby with half-lidded eyes. She gestured at her leg with that hand.

"Go ahead, my child," she said.

Ruby almost looked disappointed to be allowed to indulged in her desires. It didn't last. As she turned her gaze back to towards the leg, she took three rapid sniffs. She let out some more throaty pants as her mouth hung open and her tongue numbly fell out of it.

In her mind, she decided to do it but despite having never done it before, she inched closer in a smooth motion. She dragged her tongue in circle over a small patch of skin, moved her lower teeth next to it before collapsing her open mouth. She had intended to lower her fangs in controlled manner but her bite was more akin to that of a set-off bear trap.TL: Male bears pretending to be female. Heh. Heh. Heh, good one. ^^ Sorry, I couldn't stop myself, which is on par with theme of this story.

Madoka sat up and metaphorically crushed Ruby's head between her thighs. Madoka whined in pain as she grimaced.

Ruby's belly excused its owner's transgression with a rumble.

"Aww. I hope it's yummy. I ate like the humans I enjoy the most just for you," Madoka said in a loving tone.

Ruby's head bobbed back and forth as if she was pumping the blood out. It was something similar. She could only suck for so long before she need to take break, causing her to go from being glued to Madoka's body to pulling back but with her fangs still buried in her flesh.

In her feasting, she didn't register the small, soft fingers diving into her hair and caress her scalp.

As Madoka petted her pet, she wore a gentle smile but one could see that she strained herself to pull it off.

"Ahh-mmh, happy. You have mama's teeth. Hee hee... Ahh..." Madoka groaned out.

>>8058
"Ruby, please come ba-" Madoka began but was cut off.

"No." Ruby said harshly.

Madoka felt frustration bubble up in her chest but she exhaled and forced herself to calm down. Ruby had agreed to meet her again after she'd ran away from home.

She thought back to her own sire, four-hundred-eighty-seven years ago, or was it four-hundred-seventy-eight? She had listened to her Sire then, hadn't she? Maybe not, she remembered them fighting, but she didn't leave the nest for about a century. But then again, when they broke apart, they did so on bad terms as that was also the last time they had seen each other. Madoka knew where she lived and she probably knew where Madoka lived. They had both, silently, agreed to put continents between each other.

Madoka remembered her and Ruby's last conversation. How it had ended with her pulling rank. Telling Ruby that she had a half-millennia of life experiences and that she knew best. She still felt that way. Of course, she was right, however, Ruby wanted reasons and now that Madoka thought about it that made sense...

Ruby could only trust the things she could see and seeing in this case included things like the logic behind her actions and she also couldn't see Madoka's long history, since she didn't know it, only that it existed.

She knew what she wanted to say now because she knew what she feared: That Ruby and she would fallout as she and her old Sire had. Should she tell her this fear or would Ruby use it as leverage going forward?

"Tch," Ruby clicked with her tongue and turned around before sitting up on the brick railing of the building's roof. "You wanted to talk. Talk."

They were high up and if Ruby hadn't been a vampire, Madoka would have worried about where her child sat but heights like these ceased to be dangerous when one had their aura released, especially for vampires.

A breeze carried one of her pink pigtail over her face and Madoka pulled it away but didn't release it and instead started to twiddled it between her fingers. She sat on a chimney so her knees were level with Ruby's face but there was about a dinner table's length in distance between them. Her head hung forward as she decided to peer up at Ruby.

Ruby was usually sunshine and rainbows but she could have a cold edge to her when something or someone had hurt her.

"I'm sorry," Madoka started with what she felt was most important.

"Okay. Of what? That you turned me into a monster or because you work with monsters," Ruby exclaimed in a rapid and violent stream of words.

Madoka balled her left hand into a fist and squeezed her thumb as her mouth stretched outwards but remained a thin, horizontal line. But then she recovered and spoke with a steady voice.

"You don't- It's how the underworld works." Madoka sighed as her face displayed despondent sorrow. "We have very few allies and I... I can't risk your safety over... Others."

"Babies. They had babies in the backroom. They..." Ruby hugged herself as she looked like she was about to topple over. Madoka jumped off her chimney but Ruby had already leaned back by then. Her fangs protruded out and her pupils compressed into slits. Then a look of horror crossed her face. She looked up at Madoka.

"Did you..?" Ruby asked.

"Me?" Madoka gestured with both hands towards her chest.
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>Be Anonfilly.
>You pass some brushes and suddenly, you're greeted by the splendid sight of a rundown but massive castle.
>You're in a deadly forest with nothing but trees as far as you have traveled, what's this?
>You fall on your rump.
>You're exhausted to the point that moving your limbs felt as if you swam through clay, yet you felt euphoric energy pulling at you, causing you to jump up on your hooves to do a little scoot, all acute, shoot your censored, on her snoot.
>From all the craziness you have encounter so far since arriving in this world and being re-borned into the body of queer looking equine, any form of shelter and potential protection from both the wind and creatures that lurked forest was beyond welcomed at this point.
>At this point, you'd sell this filly body for food and warm, safe (the predators had made your priorities safety above all else) bed to snuggle in.
>You been here for about a month if you're math was correct.
>Keeping track of that while escaping a murder of faggots or whatever the correct terminology was for the pack of wooden wolves roaming the forest was, hiding from a manticore in a hollowI have never seen this in real life but they exist in all the movies. log buried under the form of said beast, using your quick wits to avoid petrification by a tiny amalgamation of lizard-people mixed with kfc chicken through threatening their live in order to have them return your, back then, stoned limbs into flesh again,
<---discontinued.

Apparently I can't both send an oekaki drawing and file its one or the other, which is fine. Here's the images I intended to include as well tho.

She rolled out, swung on her heel, and fired off two blasts in the direction she came from.

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With each step of her hooves, Velvet swayed her rear. Her pussy peeked out sometimes between her tail and ass cheeks. It was bent upwards like some kinda pocket and it's lips parted like it spoke.

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Okay, so to become a substance writer, first of we need to define what it is. Substance writer to me is a writer that understands that they have limited time and in their view, what is important is the substance not presentation aka the writing. There are obviously things in between these states, however, the point that substance is what people read a story for so on some level thinking about the story and how to write it.

Yeah, this definition sucks. Hm, a substance writer focuses their limited time to create the ideas for the story while just keeping the bare minimum in quality for the presentation or the writing of the story.

As you can figure, I came up with the concept of a substance writer and it is what I desire to be. I wish to focus mostly on what I write not how I do it.

So let's first establish what the bare minimum in writing is like while still keeping the substance. First off, descriptions should be simple and straight forward. For example, it's perfectly fine to list off the articles of clothing a character wears instead of incorporating actions along with description of an clothing article. Here's an example of what I mean:

Fancy:
The azure feather in her sun hat bobbed up and down as she danced.
Easy:
She wore a sun hat with a azure feather in it.

Another way to make writing less of a headache to is to ignore the rule: "Don't use to-be verbs." Example:

Fancy:
She kneaded her knuckles while keeping her arms glued to her body.
Easy:
She was freezing.

Use more summaries. You have planned scenes that you like and have thought out. Jump from one to the other by summing up the content between them, instead of using implication of time. Example:

Fancy:
In the sink, a big fluffy cloud of foam lay sputtering while gleaming-clean dishes filled the rack.
Easy:
They had finished the dishes.

Obviously, I can still do this and I kinda wanna do this but the problem is that doing both distracts me from where I'm taking a story and kinda make me focus my attention on the trees rather than the forest.

>>8082
Actually, I just re-posted that Ikigai img since I recently saw it when I was digging around on /ub/. I haven't digested it yet, so I don't know what I think, then again, why do I feel the need to clarify? Am I a celebrity that with droves of fans hanging on my every word? No. So idk.

>>8083
>I haven't digested it yet, so I don't know what I think
Agreed, it's an interesting conceptualization that one really will have to sit down and make personalized lists and apply specific values to the fields. Thought provoking, thats for sure.

"'There's nothing to fear,' they said and then laughed at him for feeling insecure."

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Vampire bites.

Vampire is chased.

Vampire caught up to and fought.

Yang recognize Ruby as the vampire.

Ruby dove into the man's neck. Her fangs burrowed like a worm in soft earth into the man's skin.

She sucked up the blood through her fangs, however, they weren't pipes. She sucked up the blood through her mouth. The backside of her fangs had thin runnels so when she sucked, the blood squirt out on her tongue.

The man yelled, at first, but then the noise coming out of his mouth turned strained. He brought up a hand to his forehead. The world spun before him but it didn't hurt. It felt pleasant, like falling asleep in warm car while it drives through none-stop fog.

"Let go of him!" a feminine voice boomed from above.

There was something in the booming of the voice, like the scratch of a record player, that Ruby picked up on but didn't know what to make of.

With a plop, Ruby pulled away from the neck of her prey. On the gas station's rooftop stood a redhead, she wore a white blouse and a green skirt, however, despite this she held a sword. The sword seem intricately mechanical.

Is she a huntress? Probably, a huntress-in-training, Ruby thought. Is she alone? Then I should... Scare her off.

Ruby sent the freckled newcomer a glare. Dull pieces of red flickered to, around her and the rays of nearby windows and streetlamps were ripped apart by dark hands with erratic hairs. It sounded as if she had open a gate to a world where snoring giant lay but it was really just Ruby's stomach growling for blood.

Ruby could feel a hand of ice grab her heart as she couldn't sense any fear from her opponent. Usually, her intimidation tactic worked.

She forced herself to meet the other's gaze. Not good. Neither was Ruby's reaction as she flinched upon seeing those determined eyes.

Is she that tough?

There was something else disturbing Ruby with this one. She realized there was something missing to her that was always present when she was near humans: There pulse.

She took a gamble and close her eyes even before her opponent. She listened intently but could not detect anything. Not a single thump.

Her mouth was open and she blinked a few times.

"Who are you? You have no heart?" Ruby asked and fixed the ginger with a discerning look.

This time, the girl reacted with fear, Ruby saw it one her face, but no accompanying rapid footfalls of the heart.

She flipped backwards and landed with a slide. As boots grind against the roof, Ruby went almost down on one knee to ease the impact of her jump on her joints. She slide so far that the roof's ledge tripped her over it as her calf smacked into it. But she was ready for it. As her body rotated around the ledge on her away down the building, her crumbled into piece like some too dry baked goods. Each piece, a bat that took flight with a tiny skree. The sound of a hundred belts being whipped against bottoms erupted from where she previously had been one, instead of the spread out consciousness she was now. All of a sudden, she saw the building from multiple perspectives at the same time. It was a strange experience. She had a much wider range of sight with all the extra eyes and objects became see-through-able, similar to how covering one eye enables you to "see through" it. Yet, it was hard to focus her attention on one thing. She had to turn all of her bat selves to look at one specific point at the same time. In fact, it was impossible which is why she almost tried to ignore the other bat visions she got. Regardless, she couldn't this passed five minutes before getting a ramping migraine.

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Vampire powers. What powers do Madoka have and which do Ruby inherit? Do they change when transferred to Ruby since she is different, or rather do they express themselves in different way?

What is interesting? Well, I like the idea that since her semblance in the show is speed and turning into a cloud of rose petals that she'd keep that but turn does rose petals into tiny bats. Maybe it could be just darkness as well. Point is that she is fast.

Is that the key? Since this universe has semblances, individual superpowers, that I'd adapt their powers to simply be edgier version of them?

I like the idea of having the embrace be somewhat connected to the release of one's soul as we see done in the series. So you release people souls and them they manifest their aura. Aura is basically a body-slim-fit force-field that empowers and protect it's owner. So the idea is that there's an inversion of the aura or a different manifestation of the soul.

I like the idea that people who had their soul released in some manner can no longer change from whatever state their soul is now in. A vampire cannot embrace a huntress for example since they have released souls. Their type of soul manifestation has already been done. It can no longer be changed sort of deal.

I also thought that maybe it would be better to call them witches. hmmm.

Also madoka's powers would be more motherly like her witch form kinda is in her show. hmm

Also, Ruby's power could be a murder of crows since that a pretty cool name for a flock of birbs.

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She stood in the shadowed alleyway, which darkness she had empowered to the point of blackness. She watched three out of four members of the team BXPS. "The girl with no pulse," as Ruby had decided to call her wasn't with them. The white one knelt before the drained body of her victim. Her hand on the man's, now ghost pale, neck with the only exception of pair pinpricks of red.

"He's dead," the white one said while trying to keep her breathing steady.

"Can you tell he died recent-" asked the black one before she was cut off by the crunch metal and a pained yell.

"Arrrrgh! Again and again, he gets away with it!" Yang kick the sole of her feet so hard into a nearby trashcan that it buckled in on itself and both the lid and its garbage flew out as if fire by canon. "Why are we always too late?"

The white one waved her hand in a circle and a glyph formed in the air above the party; like a parasol, it protected them from the rain of filth and trash from the smashed trashcan.

The white one turned and glared at the yello... Her sister Yang Xiao Long.

"So what? It's my fault now? Oh, I'm sorry. 'I shouldn't have figured out his feeding pattern in the first place,' is that what you want to hear?" The white one asked in a sarcastic and frustrated voice.

Yang looked up into the cloudy night sky while baring her whites.

"No. Of course not. I'm just so tired of this."

"So am I but what can I do? I'm trying." The white one stomped her foot and threw her arms downwards.

Yang pulled her face closer to her.

"I'm not putting this on you-"

"Okay! That's enough! Break up. Break up," said the black one as she moved in between them gently pushed them apart with her hands.

They separated but not without giving each other a glare before turning their backs on each other.

The black one put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath.

Then she randomly looked around and her gaze froze upon noticing Ruby in the dark.

Wait, you see me? How? Ruby thought as her eyes widen.

The black one squinted at her. Ruby quickly brought up a hand to cover he bloodied chin and mouth but too late. The black one took a step back as kept her eyes fixed on Ruby but she slapped Yang to grab her attention.

"What, Blake?" asked Yang, still in a sour tone but her anger deflated as she noticed the frighten expression on her teammate.

>>8093
This reminds me of the rule to imagine myself in the scenes in the shoes of the characters. So let's do just that. How do I imagine that I would feel and think and behave if I was:
Weiss: She is a bit of a perfectionist so if I imagine myself when I feel like I have failed but in this context it's not actually a big deal. I would be frustrated at myself and others and want some way to change so I don't make whatever mistake again sort of deal.
Blake: Has strong opinions but is quiet and can be troubled with confrontations. So... She understands since she is engaged in this trouble through white fang. She feels a lot of responsibility so she's kinda perfectionist too but not applied in the same manner. One is more directed towards upholding and image while the other is more about stopping people who are doing the same mistakes she did. She feels like she's the only one who can or should fix? How would I feel? I made a mistake and now there's a group of people doing the same mistake. Would I feel obligated to fix it?
Maybe, if it's an ideological view that was the mistake, I'd know how these people think and I know better than anyone how to convert them away from that point of view. Hmm. Blake might be a deeper character than I gave credit for, not that I dismissed her though.
Yang: Her view depends on whether or not Ruby was taken by vampires or not, like she has heard that is not what actually happened. Or, could there be an alternative? That she, due to all the misery she seen, has gotten a bit of a hero complex, sort of? How would I react to the world if, I had short-temper and all my family members, essentially, had died do to monsters and I was capable of fight those monsters?
She's young so she hides her weaknesses also known as insecure? Maybe she identify with the avenger trope in fiction or perhaps she finds the idea of comparing this real pain to fiction disgusting. Kinda, like you're not taking it seriously. Perhaps she's more mature due to having faced such hardships?
How would I feel?
Angry at the world (or, rather God) for punishing me when I haven't even done anything wrong that warranted this. I would hate myself for not telling them things. Things that I will come up with as time moves on. That I imagine would have change something or that I imagine would be
Ruby:
Here.
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Anyway, Only Blake can see Ruby in the darkness of the shadow since faunas has darkvision.

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Cuz I gotta small waist, pretty face, and a big bank.~ Played the radio as Twilight Velvet, the mother and milf of Twiggles.

Velvet was recording a vid for you, Anonymous, and so with each lyric she mouthed along to, she did a dance move. For the first line, she stood up on her hind legs and put her free hooves next to her toned stomach. She fell back on all fours before the next lyric and to that she moved her head forward so that her face was the only thing in frame and scrunched her muzzle dumbly and cutely, aka, derpily. Next she swung around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees as if her rear was a bat and she was swinging for the home run. She kept her tail, that looked so soft it lived up to her namesake of velvet, and moved it into her ass crack, between the two mounds of flesh, as if it were a tong. She swayed them one way and then the next. As she shook her hips, her rump cheeks lagged behind till they came to apex of the swing were they overextended in that direction before swinging back again. These fellas were heavy.

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"Heracross," Kryz murmured and lightly tapped the side of one of the six pokéballs fasten around her belt.

It exploded as a beam white light poured onto the battlefield from it. Eventually the light subsided and out from this shower of light stood a human-sized, if that human was a professional basketball player, blue bug, standing on it's back legs and with giant horn protruding out of its head, giving it some extra few feet in height. It had four limbs and its body looked like it was encapsulated in an exoskeleton, cylindrical shell that wasn't hard to imagine was hard as old full plate armor.

Kryz hovered her hand above its head and the big blue bug moved into the hand and used it to caress it's hard scalp. The two door sized shields that covered it's transparent insect wings moved out of the way and the bug buzzed those wings so fast they became a blur. It gave a off a content bizzz and used it's claws on its feet to clutch the ground as not to take off and only slightly stretch toward the sky.

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Maybe Kryz relationship with heracross should be different from the kindness she shows to other pokémon or maybe not, not kind, but a different relationship with each pokémon since they are different creatures so they need to be approach in different ways?

Maybe, if she has a pseudo legendary, that one likes her the most, since she took care of it when it was pathetically weak and now it's loyal, compared to Heracross that has only one state and was strong to being with.

Another potential idea is that different pokémon types. Dragons are decribed to be hard to master due to their extreme power.

Hmmm, maybe a list?

Dark: Are selfish. (and sadistic? Probably just selfish so sadism is for poison.)"Good men die, I choose to live."
Poison: Sadistic or depression. I think depression (and corruption?!)
Dragon: Ego, but less survivalist like I imagine dark but more pride and (honor?) potentially both or a mix of them.
Ghost: Sardonic or sarcastic.
Fire: Destruction???? Anger!! yes.
Grass: Controll and slow. Patience.
Water:
Fairy: Kindhearted. Alturristic.

Btw, I'm just brainstorming and writing out scenes here and there. Don't think too much about it. I'm just Nigeling here for my own sake, to see what I can come up with. The questions in these posts are mainly asked to myself.

>>8095
Curious that you're wont to refer to basic/standard creative processes as "Nigeling". Brainstorming, Story-boarding, etc would have been as applicable and more credible

Madoka ran fast with Kyoko on her, riding piggyback style. She ran along the edge of the lake, nearing the speed of cheetah. People either jumped out of the way but most didn't. The fact that girl ran in that high speed meant they couldn't really grasp what they were seeing fast enough to dodge out of the way. Instead it was up to Madoka to use her Ukaku ghoul agility to move out of the way of the incoming obstacles.

She took a turn and sprinted into an area for outdoor dining. There were a few people eating lunch there that immediately noticed her sprinting in with incredible speed. She tipped off Kyoko's unconscious body onto an empty table. Kyoko had large gashes over her body and her clothes were soaked in blood.

Madoka inhale to the point that her chest expands like a bag-pipe before bringing her mouth next to Kyoko's. She released it all into Kyoko's waiting maw. Once she was done, she moved so she sat on her knees next to her body. She began to hum along to the song "Stayin' Alive" as she pumped Kyoko's chest along to the rhythm of that song, like she learned during her time as school nurse help.

This action did not go unnoticed by her surrounding. Some gasp, some stood up and walked over, and others just froze still not really believing this was happening. One of the people that walked up to her, was a man and other was a woman.

"Have you called, 119?" he asked before he, even had run up to her table.

Madoka thought about it for a moment but decided that there was no way to reject their help without looking suspicous. Of course, she could say that she already had called the that emergency line but then again, maybe medical help could be received if they didn't know that both her and Kyoko were ghouls. The CCG was already on her tail, what did she have to lose? Then again, perhaps if the man described their looks then the emergency line would probably be able to cross reference their appearance with the fugitives the CCG were currently chasing. Just be telling them the location would be enough for them to assume that this incident had something to do with the ghoul hunt in the area. However, it was also possible that that information hadn't reach them yet since it was still fresh out from the oven.

"No, called them!" she said back without losing focus on the melody of Stayin' Alive.

The woman that had ran up to her walked up close and scanned Kyoko's body quickly with her eyes.

"I'm a nurse. I can take over when if need be, you're doing fine honey. What happened?" asked the woman.

Again, Madoka didn't know what to tell the woman. She couldn't really tell her what happened but if this woman truly was a nurse, she wanted to utilize her knowledge to save Kyoko. She would tell her just enough for her to help her but no more than that.

"She's been slashed. And lost a lot of blood. I can't feel her pulse," Madoka said and took a deep breath ready to inflate Kyoko's lungs again.

>>8097
>Curious that you're wont to refer to basic/standard creative processes as "Nigeling".
I think I just worried that someone might feel, idk. But it is as you say and further more, I this thread is kinda for brainstorming and meandering texts.
I think I just didn't want to act like Nigel did but I think the difference here is that, this is a thread dedicated specifically for this purpose. I think I was also trying to be a bit self-deprecating, kinda of. It's hard knowing exactly why I do things.

She sat on her rump on the ledge along her feet, which caused her legs to fold to such a degree that it looked beyond uncomfortable. She moved the red candy orb of her lollipop from her left cheek to the other with her tongue. The gust of wind made her curly ginger, neck-length hair wave tiredly in the air. She looked down the chasm that lay between buildings with unimpressed half-lidded eyes.

The full moon illuminated the many clouds drifting passed it. This caused the rooftops during this evening to, sometimes light up in silver-blue light before suddenly being plunged in darkness were the street lights and the lights exiting homes through windows suddenly made themselves known yet again.

She brought down her hands to the ledge she sat on and put the palms on it and then let the fingers grip it over its edge. She flexed her arms and made then static like steel beams before leaning forward on them. She then lifted her legs and crotch up slowly. Her legs traveled around three quarters of a circle about her body and then she stood their on a skyscrapers ledge on her hands with her body arched like 'C' and legs pointing forward like a scorpion tail.

Her face grimaced as she pushed off even further, turning her body almost into an 'O' as she stretched out her crocodile-back-like abs. With closed eyes, she opened her mouth into silent 'arghh' as she felt the invisible man with rough, plate-sized hands grab her stomach muscles like dough for bread before pulling it apart.

Being tired of being here for no reason she let her lower body, that now was her upper body if you think about it, slowly guide her over the ledge with its body weight. She tipped over and fell feet first.

The sound of wind rushing passed her hit her ears. Her two layers of skirts, the outer-one was red and rigid in its shape, while the white skirt underneath was could be squashed into a ball in ones hands, both inverted themselves and flew up around her stomach. The white shirt she wore had instantly, upon feeling the rush of wind, climbed up to her armpits and the small hole that was her belly button was on full display.

Qrow closed the door behind him after he left Ruby's room. While not happy and despite everything that happened at Beacon, he was glad, even if it was bit selfish, that at least everyone he knew and cared out made it out okay. Well, Yang lost her arm but she lived, unlike many others.

Qrow scratched his stubble before dragging a hand through his short black hair and then proceeding to scratch his neck instead.

Though he realized in his bleak musings, that he wasn't being honest with himself. He had essentially sprinted through Vale in search of Ruby and in the end carried her out from a half-ruined tower. Only when he and Ruby had arrived home in Patch and it was clear the attack was over, had he started breath again and let his posture fall back into its normal slouched mode.

He fingered his metallic container in his inner pocket briefly but stopped. He made sure to walk down the squared stairway and getting some distance between him and Ruby. She didn't like that he drank so much and he didn't want to drink around her either. Part of it was because he felt shame for over his over-consumption but most of it was a fear, that while drunk his tongue would slip and he devolved secrets that he buried deeper than any of the state-secrets he sworn to never speak of.

After getting down to the next floor, he pulled up his container. Right as he was taking his victory swig, however, someone spoke.

"Heh, at least some things never change," said a familiar and friendly voice.

A blonde man with a bright smile and rough knuckles entered through an adjacent doorway. Qrow sliently chuckled at the man's comment.

He was about to continue his swig to give him some time to come up with a comeback, yeah, that was totally the reason. However, he was interrupted by the blonde man pulling him into bearhug.

It was awkward. They had been friend for almost twenty years, yet they had never hugged. Qrow didn't know what to do. But the earnestly of the hug he was receiving made him slowly embrace the man back. But why?

After a while Qrow broke off the hug.

"Okay, okay. Tai, what brought this on, you never this... Uh... It's almost like I was close to die or something. Is this your way of saying I got no skills as a Huntsman?" Qrow said with as much of a playful tone in his voice he could muster. He hated receiving affection from people, especially from Tai.

Tai smiled, took some steps up the stairs, turned around, and leaned his back onto the railing.

Qrow saw something then, something that always made his blood freeze, his friend's never ending, beaming smile falter. Qrow's eyes grew as he saw something he never seen on the man who carried his heart on his sleeves, attempting at trying to fake a smile. It came off as a strained grimace.

Tai most have seen on Qrow's face that his attempts were failing him so Tai stopped trying. The cheerful energy that was there from a moment ago, was gone. Instead there was some kind of mix between frustration and pity on his face if Qrow could read him right.

Tai crossed his arms.

A sad smile of mirth came to Tai before he spoke, "You know, I'm getting scared your gonna adopt my Ruby with all these father-daughter bonding conversation you to get up to."

Qrow felt arctic waters being pump into his heart at that sentence but he manged to smile and look Tai in the eyes.

"Yeah, well when you have taught a kid everything she knows about fighting, then it's only natural that..." Qrow said but trailed off.

It was Tai's look that made him stop. It looked... Knowing.

Qrow cursed himself for stopping so he quickly picked it up again.

"That you get attached to the little squirt. Heh heh, you know." Qrow finished and looked away as he stabilized his mood with a drink.

He feared the worst. He fear what Tai's next words were gonna be but what he hadn't realized was that nothing was way more horrific than something. Qrow held his gaze forward, since they both stood and leaned against the stairs' railing, looking forward was not at Tai, who stood up a few steps to his left.

In the end Qrow slowly turned his head towards Tai. It took him so much willpower that you'd think his head was plodding through snow.

Tai's face was neutral. Or, it rather it seemed blanked but on closer inspection, it held subtle clues of the two emotions anger and pity. It seemed like they fluctuated in real-time over his face. There was also that knowing look, that forced an almost airless, gasp out of Qrow.

Qrow wanted to say something to change the topic. To turn around and leave this place. Curiosity stayed him though. Had Tai really figured it out? Now, or had always known?

But time dragged on. And the two just stared in each others eyes. Qrow began to tremble. And his gaze eventually flicker off Tai to the ground.

Tai knew.

Qrow grabbed the railing to support his weight like a walking stick as he felt weakness like poison seep into his knees. With his head hanging and his gaze on his feet, he stated in weak voice, "You know."

"Know? Know what Qrow? Is there something I should know? Should Ruby know it as well?" Tai asked.

Revenant grabbed one of Scarlet's horns and shook her around as if she weigh nothing. Scarlet screamed in fear and pain.

This put Lumi in stupor. Seeing both Jade and Jin down and their best fighter Scarlet overpowered.

Scarlet's red aura lit up around her body like skin tight transparent suit of neon red light. Revenant took her bare and free hand and pinches the aura. She pulled and string of red light followed.

She rotated Scarlet's head so that she looked straight at Revenant's right hand. Scarlet looked at the strange red string that came from her in puzzlement. Usually, aura wasn't so malleable.

Then Revenant snapped her fingers and the thread in it at the same time and like a fuse, the aura dispersed along the string till it reached Scarlet's body, were her entire body's aura exploded into pieces that fade into nothing.

Scarlet's head fell forward as she lost consciousness. Revenant let go of her and she uncermoniously fell to the floor.

Fear had stunned her before and this act push her over the top. Lumi screamed, a high-pitched desperate screech. She fumbled as she tried to set the scabbard piece of Corcea Mors with the hand-sword into the long sword build. It finally set as she lifted it up in front of her toward Revenant.

She cursed herself for trembling. What would her father or mother say if they saw her now? She was the heiress of heroes and yet, she couldn't stop shaking.

No. Her friends depended on her. She wouldn't fail her family's legacy either. She'd save them. She would.

She gathered her confidence and lifted her, now fierce gaze towards Revenant, only for another shook wave of fear being sent through her body.

Revenant gave her, her entire attention. The empty knight helmet's eye holes bore into her with their darkness.

"Corcea Mors," the voice that come from the tall armored grim-knight sounded weirdly weak but at the same time powerful, or like weak and strained voice speaking through a megaphone.

Lumi froze and her eyes widen.

"H-how-" she began but was interrupted as Revenant continued.

"How did you come by that sword?"

"No. How do you know of this sword?!" Lumi yelled back in fear.

Was Revenant and old enemy of her father? What was going on?

"..." Revenant said nothing but then took a delibrate step forward, over the body of Scarlet, towards Lumi.

"You have blonde hair," Revenant spoke again and took another step forward.

"You... You know of fa-Jaune Arc?" Lumi asked and inhaled through her teeth.

Suddenly, Revanant took huge strides in a quick walk towards Lumi. Lumi held her sword forward and Revenant drew to a stop so the tip of the sword came next to her chest. Revenant seem to inspect it the sword pointing at her closer. She even brought up her hand as if she were to touch it.

Lumi jerked the blade at the hand and Revenant pulled away.

"Stay back!" Lumi shouted and after brief pause. "And leave this place."

Revenant held her own sword out and to the side, seemingly to show it off to Lumi.

"Can you see it?" Revenant then move her sword next to the other.

Lumi backed a step only to make sure that Revenant would stab her with sudden launch at her. Revenant read her movements and turned the blade across hers so she no longer could do it without telegraphing it clearly.

The crossed blades shimmered off the artificial lights from strong lamps in the roof of the hanger. The swords were so similar, yet different. both had gold and brown leather for handles and silvery like blade. However, Corcea Mors had more straight and sharp edges to it while Revenant's blade had a smooth curve to it. It almost looked like a thin paddle as it's edge dove, rose, and dove again. The blade also was also clearly broken up into smaller shards along it's length. It kinda resembled a telescope that could fold in on itself.

"This is Excalibur. It was made by the same smith as Corcea Mors. They were done in a package deal," Revenant said.

Lumi was stunned. She didn't know what to make of the woman's words.

"They were forged in Haven?" she asked and looked up at the significantly taller woman.

"Yes. Nicolas Arc sent a request for them to be made as birthday presents for his... Twins." Revenant reached for her helmet and pulled it off.

Goldie locks sprawled down onto Revenant's black armor. A beautiful, if a bit aged, blonde woman's face was revealed behind the helmet. A shining blue eye, typical of the arc family, looked at Lumi, while the other eye was monstrous. In fact, the woman's right side of her face was covered in black grim goo with sharp spikes protruding out from it. A red eye, like that of a fly, popped out from the goo in place of her right eye.

"Lumi, I am you're aunt."

Lumi gasped.

Dun dun dun!

The spring of the platform was released and sent Jun flying through the air. She flipped violently through the air. However, unlike the other students, she neither expressed any of their emotions like anger, cockiness, fear, thrill or as in Pyrrha's case stoic determination; no, she simply wore a deadpanned expression -- nor did she try to take control over her trajectory; she simply rag dolled whichever way she was being catapulted.

She could hear someone shout from the cliff. Perhaps they saw how she flew and though that she'd gone unconscious.

She closed her eyes since the ever changing scenery from clear blue skies and lush forest and snowy mountain range caused in the horizon caused by her endless spinning in the air, made her dizzy. She reach out with her aura.

There was nothing of note. Most students were simply busy with their landing strategy. Whomever, shouted at the cliff, she could no longer follow up on since the distance was too great for her yet to cover with her senses.

She sense she had started to descend rather than ascend but she didn't need magic for that. It felt as if a giant stood underneath her and blew at her like he were trying to put out a candle. Her hair encapsulated her head and whipped her face on repeat. She heard the sound of bike tire being filled in her ear.

Then suddenly she felt something. An attack? But it had no malicious intent, in fact it's intent seemed benign but it was still an attack. Huh?

She reinforced her aura and just in time as something point just rocket into her chest, sending her flying off course of her original trajectory.

After some more but uneventful falling, she finally hit the ground, or more like skipped along it. Her aura took a massive hit as her head dug up a small ditch before she bounced and proceeded to slide along the grass. Her torso hit a tree and sent her wheeling along her sliding path. She was like malfunctioning lawnmower; breaking down the vegetation instead of cutting it along the path she went. Eventually, her twisted body came to a stop.

She lay there for a moment. While aura did protect and heal its user, it wasn't impenetrable. She could feel her body ache, especially her head. She felt as if her head was made of lead and it was a black box with code only a machine could decipher.

So what's interesting about Ruby being a vampire? What's interesting about vampires in the first place? I guess, is the concept that you have to hurt others to survive, or hurt others not to hurt yourself. Kill or be killed. But there are many interesting points to vampire lore that one can extrapolate upon. For example, they are immortal and immortality in itself and be the focus point of our story. We after all decide what we should focus on.

Let's focus on the killing others or hurting others to survive or not to hurt oneself. Ruby a girl who dreamt of being a heroine her whole life and helping people is kinda forced to take up the mantle of villain as a vampire. This inner conflict can be interesting to focus on.

There's always the element of having a loved one on the other side of the conflict. Yang is Ruby's sister and she will be forced by the laws of society to oppose her feeding.

What's interesting about this point though? I guess, it's again the inner conflict of what they want and what is right, though in this case it becomes more what they want and what the law and society expects them to do. What if I made Yang into a vampire "hater", that would fuel the contrasting emotions in her inner conflict, however, this could easily become contrived as in, not only were Ruby kidnapped but Yang also had to deal with bad vampires on the side. This problem could be dealt with somewhat by having them happen simultaneously. But then you'd think Yang would consider the possibility that Ruby was made into a vampire. However however, maybe it's rare for this to happen in the first place? So that's not where her mind goes?