A Dim Light Amid Despair

The vampire moved stealthily through the land in reasonably, fall worn attire, dressed neatly which consisted of denim-washed jeans that fitted well around his ankles with a few stressed holes, as well as a red and black checkered flannel and a black beanie to cover his hair and ears from the blistering cold wind. For shoes, he wore simple retro black combat boots that folded at the tongue. The ends of his hair stuck out from the cotton knitted hat, never to bother him, but only create a strange sense of style. He took his time in gradually moving through the city towards a park at the end of the road, seeing that it was a majority covered in darkness, unless that of course the little lights that twinkled in the river which wedged underneath a small stone bridge. The grass looked fresh, not fake, but it was very vibrant in it's color, glazed just slight of a nice dew to dampen the ground which he walked silently upon. As he looked up, his hazel golden eyes shined bright in the dark lighting of the forest-like garden of the park. He made his way slowly over to walk upon the bridge, keeping his steps careful before making it to the top. A city outline could be seen from this position, just short of where he could see the moon flying in the sky nearest to the top of a glowing skyscraper. He looked to the pendent around his neck which he was given in honor of his long, terrible lost love. A red letter in the shape of an 'A' hung from the little golden chain he was given. He stroked it slowly to calm himself, slowly releasing it to put it as his side. Fangs extended, he looked around and sat against the bridge's edge, watching as the water below bubbled against the rocks too and fro. Pulling a small plastic bag out of his pocket, he reached inside to find tiny pieces of a chocolate bar he picked up a few miles out of town at a nearby gas station. He ate them, all the while rubbing his hand against the stone side of the bridge and walking in circles to spread his scent. Leviticus knew how to attract attention very well, but if these lands were to be sacred against other races, he'd have to be quiet. That much, he was good at.

Arkati walked from her room, she zipped up her simple grey sweatshirt as she made her way down the steps. Taking two at time she hopped down the stairs, almost stumbling a few times but always regaining her balance. Hopping to the floor she made her way quickly to the door and slipped on her Vans, twisting her toes against the floor as if squishing a bug as she pulled the heel of her shoe on. The Prorex made easy work of the long driveway, within seconds she was at the end of it and onto the road, walking inward to town and toward the park. Border patrols were lying upon her shoulders as of late as well as upon Charli's. Together they did their best in aiding the clan and doing what needed to be done as Demetri mourned. But soon enough, Demetri was back on his feet and beginning to come out more and more. Arkati smiled, her pearly white teeth exposed between her lips, her hands deep in the pockets of her cheap sweatshirt. Her skinny jeans hugged her body, though weren't much of a barrier from the occasional breeze. She walked into town, enjoying the walk the most out of her day. Her nose was red and her cheeks matching, but she kept her faint grin. With no real reason to be so happy and perky, Arkati kept her attitude high and her hopes up. Upon entering the park her grin slowly faded as she spotted a man, one she'd never seen around here before; walking circles in the furthest section if the park.. Blinking those bright blues once, the Prorex moved deeper into the park. Approaching cautiously she kept her face relaxed and her eyes shifted all over the mans frame and everything around him. Stopping a few good yards from her her smile reappeared and the Prorex was once again perky and happy, "Hello, sir." Upon seeing his face, his mouth, lips, fangs. His scent. She knew what he was. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Of course he was on the border but it was still nice to ask... Arkati stood silently, a small smile upon her lips and it couldn't be shaken off even by the strongest of winds.

Leviticus looked slowly up to meet the oceanic hues of a dark haired angel with beautifully tanned skin in an hour-glass body. He almost lost the sight of words before he could force himself to remember and eventually bring them off the tip of his tongue. As a respectful gentlemen, he stood up and lowered his eyes to the ground, refusing to let them rise so that they could only run over the form of her figure and bust. She announced her hellos in a kind tone, only to then ask for if he was in need of any assisting. There were a couple things, but none which he could ever allow such a lovely maiden to do for him. Her scent was strong, enriching in it's own perfect way, but it seemed to not be as feminine as he would've thought - this could only mean that she's been bonded with a lucky man, perhaps a superior judging by it's time. "M'lady. May it be a pleasure, but I'm afraid I am in no need of help here.. Only acceptance among your beloved lands and a home to call my own." As he said this, Leviticus slowly brought himself to look her in the eyes, holding his hands in front of him as he stood up straight. He attempted a broad, smile, showing that he was no threat, and that his words were entirely honest. He held out his hand, providing a simple gesture in hello, "I'm Leviticus Titanas, a vampire of several thousand years now. I've been waiting for a clan such as yours for a while now, I can finally say that it's a blessing." The male answered humbly. "I would like to serve for you, your leader, miss. I've lived a long life of battles that I've over come myself alone, and hold a long record of times where survival has been at it's most crucial point for me. It'd be an honor to be apart of your ranks here today." He said, kneeling to her like a knight would to it's Queen.

Arkati simply stood there, making no sound or movement. She observed his behavior carefully and a small smile curled along her now slack lips. As he spoke her eyes never left his form, whether she met his eyes or not she continued to watch him. The Prorex was indeed impressed by his behavior and thought of just accepting him right now without question. But that would he a rookie mistake. When he finally met her eyes, she looked right back at him and smiled. Arkati shook his hand, a firm shake before placing her hand back into her pocket and still did not speak until he was finished. As he kneeled before her she couldn't but nod in approval. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Leviticus. My name is Arkati, simply Arkati. I am the female Prorex of this clan and I am the mate of the clan leader himself." She looked down at him before gesturing with her hand, speaking in a soothingly calm voice. "You may stand before me, Leviticus. Any and all questions Arkati was planning to ask were basically already answered. He got right to point. Great. Arkati sighed out a breath. "Tell me, Leviticus; what rank is it that you seek? Upon telling me, also bestow upon me the reason or reasons that makes you so worthy of the rank and its duties. I would assume knight given your background with the art of battle.. But I shall ask it anyway."  Arkati pulled her sweatshirt hood up a bit to fluff it out and readjust her jacket, she stood there silently, waiting. Height different did not affect Arkati nor intimidate her, she could still hold a serious, stern stance and be shorter than the other.

When told to stand, he did, obeying to every order which he was given as he would when put under rank. As a former actual knight, Leviticus knew the ins and outs of royalty as to whom wore the pants, and the Queen, even if some argue it out, is the most valuable piece within the kingdom. Hands remained where they were, he looked to her with a calm demeanor and flashing hazel eyes of golden honey. He was not entirely surprised to hear that she was bonded with the leader among the clan he stood before - she was beautiful, no Dominus in their right mind would be crazy enough to deny such a face from behind stolen from another. He knew he wouldn't, Leviticus thought quietly amongst his self. "You have a lovely name, Arkati; it suits you quite well with your beauty.. Your husband must cherish you ever so dearly to his heart." A small grin wedged at the corner of his lips, making his defined cheek-bones stand more out than if he were to have a simpler expression on his face. Once the final question was asked, he nodded and thought over as to how his answer would be said, only to take into stride and go with the flow as usual. He was never one for hesitation on such things - his stories deserved bragging rights, after all. "I would prefer anything you see fit, but a knight shall suffice just nicely, if you will. I come from a strong family of vampires and have faced the wars which you may or might not read about the times before Lunari was remotely formed. I do not mean to be a bit of a show-off, ma'dam.. but I have one many victories despite my vamprism and hope to provide more for the greater good in the future." He said, looking to her with honesty before continuing, "I see myself as a loyal individual. For as long as I remember, I am used to the life of a kingdom, and am suited well when working alone, too. However, I obey well to orders and have always kept in mind to respect my superiors and elders. And since the time of my birth, I've never broken that rule once. If it is Knight you shall grant me, than Knight it is.." He bowed his head shortly after that and looked to her with a sly grin, "You will not be left disappointed, Miss Arkati."