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Needs a review and some polish, but it's past bedtime. ^-^
Title: Autumn Rituals
Author: Raya
Theme: Favorite Character (Bloody Vampyr Dracul) / Autumn
Genre: General
Version: Sera Myu (pre Last Dracul)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~TBD
Disclaimer: I am not quite sure who to credit Dracul to. His is a main character in the Miyuki Moon stages of the Sailor Moon musicals, but he is also the legendary Count Dracula who was created by Bram Stoker. I hereby let you know that I have never read Stoker's Dracula. If I make canon mistakes for him... *shrugs* Oh well. Anyway, I did not create him, nor do I claim him in any way.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Autumn Rituals
A field of golden stubble glowing softly in the waning twilight.
The sound of a young goat bleating forlornly.
The crisp north wind blew through the dark park. It teased at the dry leaves, rattling them like old bones before teasing a few free from their precarious perch on a maple to swirl and dance on the ground. High, tattered clouds played peek-a-boo with the bright full moon. Down below, wisps of fog echoed the dance in the midnight sky.
Dracul checked his step and watched as the purloined leaves waltzed in a circle in front of him before blowing off of the path. He did not seem to notice the chill as the wind grabbed his cloak and tried to playfully tug it from his shoulders.
“I offer you this sacrifice of thanks for a rich and bountiful harvest...”
A soft, silver moon gleaming faintly in the sky as the large, orange sun balances on one edge in the distant horizon.
The smell of woodsmoke drifting through the still, cool air.
Dracul resumed his interrupted walk. As he made his way towards the large pond at the heart of the park, he mused as he did every year that even a millennia of millennia could not erase some memories.
Cain's furious face. His sun-bleached hair gleaming like fire kissed silver in the light of the setting sun. “It's always you, isn't it?” The bitter words increasing in heat and bite as his brother continues. “You always have to be the best!”
“Perhaps if you offered the finest fruits instead of the first?” His own voice, sorrowful for the perfect yearling he has lost and yet proud that it was deemed worthy of such note and praise.
When he reached the water, Dracul shook his head and drew his attention back to the present. Confidently, he flipped his cloak back over his shoulders, crouched down, and began to ritualistically wash his hands. The gleam of the half hidden moon on the ripple covered surface brought yet another ancient memory to the fore.
A dark crescent shape, silhouetted against the bright silver moon.
His brother's howl of jealous fury as the sharp stone knife swoops down. “Then take this sacrifice!”
Pain. Blood. Shock. Fury. Cold. Darkness.
Shaking his head again, Dracul forced himself to bring his attention back to the task at hand. If his prayer was to be heard, he needed to focus on it, not the unchangeable past.
Standing, he walked to a nearby stone and gathered his cloak around him. The blustery wind continued to tease and tug at the edges, but he calmly held it still. He focused his attention a moment, and then snapped the heavy silk open wide. Standing in front of him, a small white billy goat blinked and then bleated in surprise.
Dracul placed on pale hand on the back of the spotless yearling's neck, and then raised his face to the sky. “Honored Creator, on this autumnal equinox I offer you my praise and this gift of thanks. Please accept this offering and bless your child's flocks and family.” Lifting his hand, he took a step back and allowed the goat to bolt away to the nearby trees. Just before it reached the promised shelter, a large gust of wind barreled through the park and it vanished from sight.
Dracul drew his cloak closed once more, and then pulled out a small turtledove. He lifted his face and the frantic bird to the heavens, and spoke again. “Please grant this boon I ask. Not for myself... But for the child that you have given to me. Help me find the solution.” He drew his arms down slightly, and then tossed the dove into the night sky. It, too, vanished into the darkness.
He stood and waited for several minutes. Then, surmising that he would have no more response than he had had in the past six hundred years, his shoulders slumped and he bowed his head. He took one moment to admit his disappointment, and then clenched his jaw and straightened up once more.
As he turned to walk back to the path, another gust of wind blew something crumpled and white into his black leather shoes. He started to ignore it, but a distaste for pollution made him bend down to pick it up. The wind rattled the paper, and the words on the page caught his attention.
Special Performance. One Night Only.
The Tokyo Symphony Orchestra welcomes violin virtuousa Kaioh Michiru
Saturday, September 23 at 19:00. Featured songs will include
Hungarian folk dances...
His curiosity piqued, Dracul carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket for later consideration. He resumed his walk down the path, mentally debating whether or not he was hungry enough to hunt.
A/N: In the Sera Myu musicals, it is revealed that Count Dracul is in fact the biblical Abel of Cain and Abel fame.
I should probably make him kill the goat himself, but I couldn't think of how the locals would explain the carcass and/or blood... Maybe I'll change that part and have the body sink into the ground or something...
Title: Autumn Rituals
Author: Raya
Theme: Favorite Character (Bloody Vampyr Dracul) / Autumn
Genre: General
Version: Sera Myu (pre Last Dracul)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~TBD
Disclaimer: I am not quite sure who to credit Dracul to. His is a main character in the Miyuki Moon stages of the Sailor Moon musicals, but he is also the legendary Count Dracula who was created by Bram Stoker. I hereby let you know that I have never read Stoker's Dracula. If I make canon mistakes for him... *shrugs* Oh well. Anyway, I did not create him, nor do I claim him in any way.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Autumn Rituals
A field of golden stubble glowing softly in the waning twilight.
The sound of a young goat bleating forlornly.
The crisp north wind blew through the dark park. It teased at the dry leaves, rattling them like old bones before teasing a few free from their precarious perch on a maple to swirl and dance on the ground. High, tattered clouds played peek-a-boo with the bright full moon. Down below, wisps of fog echoed the dance in the midnight sky.
Dracul checked his step and watched as the purloined leaves waltzed in a circle in front of him before blowing off of the path. He did not seem to notice the chill as the wind grabbed his cloak and tried to playfully tug it from his shoulders.
“I offer you this sacrifice of thanks for a rich and bountiful harvest...”
A soft, silver moon gleaming faintly in the sky as the large, orange sun balances on one edge in the distant horizon.
The smell of woodsmoke drifting through the still, cool air.
Dracul resumed his interrupted walk. As he made his way towards the large pond at the heart of the park, he mused as he did every year that even a millennia of millennia could not erase some memories.
Cain's furious face. His sun-bleached hair gleaming like fire kissed silver in the light of the setting sun. “It's always you, isn't it?” The bitter words increasing in heat and bite as his brother continues. “You always have to be the best!”
“Perhaps if you offered the finest fruits instead of the first?” His own voice, sorrowful for the perfect yearling he has lost and yet proud that it was deemed worthy of such note and praise.
When he reached the water, Dracul shook his head and drew his attention back to the present. Confidently, he flipped his cloak back over his shoulders, crouched down, and began to ritualistically wash his hands. The gleam of the half hidden moon on the ripple covered surface brought yet another ancient memory to the fore.
A dark crescent shape, silhouetted against the bright silver moon.
His brother's howl of jealous fury as the sharp stone knife swoops down. “Then take this sacrifice!”
Pain. Blood. Shock. Fury. Cold. Darkness.
Shaking his head again, Dracul forced himself to bring his attention back to the task at hand. If his prayer was to be heard, he needed to focus on it, not the unchangeable past.
Standing, he walked to a nearby stone and gathered his cloak around him. The blustery wind continued to tease and tug at the edges, but he calmly held it still. He focused his attention a moment, and then snapped the heavy silk open wide. Standing in front of him, a small white billy goat blinked and then bleated in surprise.
Dracul placed on pale hand on the back of the spotless yearling's neck, and then raised his face to the sky. “Honored Creator, on this autumnal equinox I offer you my praise and this gift of thanks. Please accept this offering and bless your child's flocks and family.” Lifting his hand, he took a step back and allowed the goat to bolt away to the nearby trees. Just before it reached the promised shelter, a large gust of wind barreled through the park and it vanished from sight.
Dracul drew his cloak closed once more, and then pulled out a small turtledove. He lifted his face and the frantic bird to the heavens, and spoke again. “Please grant this boon I ask. Not for myself... But for the child that you have given to me. Help me find the solution.” He drew his arms down slightly, and then tossed the dove into the night sky. It, too, vanished into the darkness.
He stood and waited for several minutes. Then, surmising that he would have no more response than he had had in the past six hundred years, his shoulders slumped and he bowed his head. He took one moment to admit his disappointment, and then clenched his jaw and straightened up once more.
As he turned to walk back to the path, another gust of wind blew something crumpled and white into his black leather shoes. He started to ignore it, but a distaste for pollution made him bend down to pick it up. The wind rattled the paper, and the words on the page caught his attention.
Special Performance. One Night Only.
The Tokyo Symphony Orchestra welcomes violin virtuousa Kaioh Michiru
Saturday, September 23 at 19:00. Featured songs will include
Hungarian folk dances...
His curiosity piqued, Dracul carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket for later consideration. He resumed his walk down the path, mentally debating whether or not he was hungry enough to hunt.
A/N: In the Sera Myu musicals, it is revealed that Count Dracul is in fact the biblical Abel of Cain and Abel fame.
I should probably make him kill the goat himself, but I couldn't think of how the locals would explain the carcass and/or blood... Maybe I'll change that part and have the body sink into the ground or something...