For Mira-Charma13 and Arcturus Sinclair only!

SETTING: Medieval
TOPIC: Knight x Vampire
TYPE: Yaoi


NAME: Wyatt Seysch Aisenyl
AGE: Seventeen
PICTURE:

Name: Elliott Darrion Kitaro
Picture:
Age: Eighteen

((Kay, you should start. 'Cause Elliott needs to be given the order to storm the castle, and he needs to storm it, before Wyatt can react.))

(Kay.)
Eillott grunts when he's summoned to the throne room. As a knight he's used to odd job, but this one is more normal. He stares when he's told that he's going to be clearing a nearby castle. "Anything I need to know bout said castle?" he asks. "It's in a forest, and may be inhabited. So weapons will be needed." He grins at that.

A few hours later, he's fully prepared and has made it to the castle. He walks around the grounds carefully, looking for a good entry point. He nods to himself when he finds and open window leading to a stairwell. He scales the wall in fairly decent time and carefully drops himself through the window into the stairwell.

Wyatt hadn't meant to stay in the castle more than three days. But he'd been there for over a month, now.

He had nowhere else to go. The nearest town had been catching on to his species, and he just couldn't stay anymore. He didn't want to die, after all. Wyatt was curled up in the only bedroom on the fourth floor of the castle, dozing, when he heard footsteps in the hallway, near the stairwell. He scurried under the bed at once, all traces of sleep lost from him.

Was it a human from the village? Had they finally uncovered the truth? Were they here to kill him? A million questions pulsed through Wyatt's brain, none of them looking very positive answer-wise. He put his hands over his head, squeezing his eyes shut, and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

Elliott moves quickly and as silently as he can towards the bedrooms. He slips into the rooms before the bedroom, nodding to himself when he sees them empty. 'If I came all this way for an empty castle, I will not be happy,' he thinks to himself sourly. He pauses when he reaches the bedroom, seeing a shape under the bed. He slides against the wall, moving slowly. He can't tell the age of the figure of if they're armed with the way the lighting is. He gingerly pulls out his sword, making a 'shink' noise as it comes out. He holds it carefully and rushes to the bed.

((He was undeeerrrr the bed. :feesh: XD You could say Elliott saw him scurry to hide under the bed.))

Wyatt curled up even more underneath the bed when a figure appeared in the doorway. The human looked male...and possibly older than his own physical appearance. Wyatt preferred to fight only in a life or death situation. He didn't like to cause unneeded violence, though he was impish and liked to play pranks sometimes.

Wyatt put his arms more over his head when the figure approached quickly, a sword drawn. Though Wyatt's appearance was supposed to be seventeen, he looked more like he was fifteen, due to his cute features and slightly slouching posture.

(There, I fiixed it. -pouts-)

Elliott leans down a bit and pulls the figure out. He pauses when he sees the look of the boy. 'Well, what's this?' He keeps his sword out. "Name." He has a high, tenor voice and deep blue eyes. His hair is long-ish, covering his ears. He's a lot taller than Wyatt is, about a foot. He keeps one hand on Wyatt while he waits for an answer. He also thinks of what he should do with him.

Wyatt was tempted to snap at the man's hand when he pulled him out, but he hadn't done so violently, and he seemed to be being peaceful...for now. If he tried to push his luck later, he would find out what happened when you messed with a vampire.

"Wyatt." Wyatt's voice was strange...not a tenor, not a bass...and his hair was a big black mess spilled over his head, sticking out somewhat smoothly in all different directions. It didn't look bad--in fact, it gave him a distinctly tousled look, like someone with constant bedhead.

Elliott nods. "I'm Elliott. Is there anyone else in this place?" Some of his armor slips down and he shrugs it back up, rolling his eyes. He keeps a hold on Wyatt and glances behind him, listening for any footsteps or something similar.

He does seem to be being peaceful. Whether it's due to Wyatt's age or the fact that Wyatt didn't come at him violently is unable to be seen. He also keeps a tight grip on his sword, ready to use it if needed.

"No." Wyatt kept his answers short, and pointed. He was not ready to befriend a possible threat. He tended to stay far away from humans unless he had to feed, and he rarely came across another of his kind. So, he was a loner, for the most part.

Wyatt kept that sword in his peripheral vision. If he decided to use the weapon, it would be the last thing he did. Wyatt would make sure of it. He wasn't about to die at the hands of someone who had invaded his temporary home while he was asleep.

Elliott nods. "All right. Let's go." He heads towards the door, pulling Wyatt with. He puts his sword away as he walks. "How old are you?" He asks, glancing around at the place. He brushes his hair away from his ear absently.

He pauses at the top of the stairs, debating whether to go the way he came or out the front door. He furrows his eyebrows, thinking. He glances at Wyatt, then the window.

"Seventeen." Again, Wyatt kept the string of short answers. Being truthful about his age wouldn't hurt, seeing as he could easily defend himself if it was needed. He relaxed a bit more when the sword was sheathed.

He didn't like that look. While Wyatt could scale the wall of the castle if needed, he would have to reveal his claws. The claws, as well as his sheathed fangs, would brand him as a vampire.

Elliott nods. "Younger than me." He rolls his eyes at the wall, not really wanting to go down it. He sighs as he heads for the stairs.

Once out the door, he heads back to the castle quickly, wanting to go back to not caring. He yawns, weaving his way through the forest.

Wyatt was pulled along with, of course. His species had adapted over the years...so that sunlight did not bother him unless he was exposed for over three hours. And, of course, he only looked younger than Elliott...he was much older, in a sense.

He was so thankful that Elliott decided not to use the window, and he walked along with him willingly.

Elliott makes it back to the castle and heads to the throne room. Once, in there he bows to the King, who just stares. "That's all you found?" Elliott nods. "The place is deserted, except for this one." He nods at Wyatt and keeps a hand on him. The King surveys Wyatt silently. Elliott watches and asks quietly, "You're not going to harm him, correct? He made no attack on me, nor does he seem threatening."

Wyatt kept his eyes downcast, playing with his fingers. Of course, he was frightened of being harmed--anyone would be. But, he wouldn't have a problem defending himself if he really needed to. He knew that being found in someone else's territory usually meant death, but he was hoping a little leniency would be applied in his case because of his seemingly young age.

The King frowns. "What else would I do with him?" Elliott stares. "Well, Akria or myself could train him. And we do need guards at the entrance. Or Akitoshi could teach him to cook." "Also known as, you want him to say. Why, Elliott?" Elliott rolls his eyes. "Look at him, killing someone that young would reflect badly on us. Also if he has family and her turns up missing and harmed? It'll be on us." The King nods thoughtfully. "All...right, I suppose.

Wyatt lifted his hands up to nibble on his fingers, studying the floor with apparent interest. He couldn't cook to save his life, and he wouldn't. He also wasn't all that wonderful with self-defense and fighting...if he couldn't use his inhuman strength, that is. He idly wondered if Elliott had another reason for wanting to keep him alive.

Elliott nods and bows. "Thank you." He then goes out to find Wyatt a room. He walks silently until he runs into one of the other guards. "Akira. Meet Wyatt." Elliott pokes Akria as he speaks. Akria waves. "Hello."

Wyatt lifted his free hand briefly, absently, and the lowered it, nibbling on the fingers of his other hand. He was still tired. He hadn't had a good rest in days, and he was afraid his insomnia was returning. It had tortured him during his younger days, keeping him from sleeping, until it had slowly dissipated. He'd thought he was rid of it for good...

Elliott pokes Akira more. "Free room?" Akira sighs. "Uh...down the hall to the left?" Elliott nods. "Hey look, Akira's being useful. Oh, and you might be helping me train him." Akira nods. "All right." Elliott nods, and heads to the room. Once there, he opens the door to reveal a, lavish bed room. It's covered in dark purple and black wallpaper. The bedding is also a dark purple-ish black color. He slides out of the way to let Wyatt in.

Wyatt scuttled in and simply stood there, nibbling on his fingers quietly. It seemed he wasn't intent on settling down and relaxing, in the least. Instead, he seemed more intent on nibbling his long, skeletal fingers. He didn't even sit down--he just...stood there.

Elliott raises an eyebrow. "Do you not like it?" He looks puzzled. He steps into the room, glancing around quickly, trying to find something wrong with it. "There is another room down the hall, I believe..." he trails off, not wanting to discuss that room.

"I'm fine with this..." Wyatt muttered, simply standing there. He didn't feel like moving...and he didn't seem comfortable anywhere in this place. This was probably the best it was going to get for him.