Post by Professor Kholling on Dec 11, 2011 0:14:16 GMT -5
His lungs screamed for air.
Releasing his lower lip from between his clenched teeth, Terrance gasped for air. Oxygen flooded his system, lit up his blood and roughly restored him. His lids fell heavily over his dry corneas, quivering as his flagging energy shifted toward dangerously low levels.
His arse hurt from sitting in a cold stone corridor for a few hours. A singular magicked lamp offered some semblance of illumination but little warmth. A shiver sent a chunk of dark hair sliding over his brow, curling near his left brow. Even with his woolen teaching robes on it was bone-chilling cold - but a threat of hypothermia and bodily discomfort didn't alter the professor's stiff posture. The cool dungeon air kept his senses on edge and his mind focused. Anything less would spell disaster. For the school. For himself. For some unfortunate fool who'd cross a vampire in the middle of a blood-lust.
Being only half, Terrance rarely had a full-blown session where his body needed so badly it began to shut down. His instincts knew when to throw his body into "hibernation" when the red fuel levels got too low. From his past experience, this wasn't one of those times. Yet the stress of combating the desire to feed hurt like hell. His nails were buried into the flesh of his palms, threatening to pierce the brittle skin. Outwardly his visage portrayed a numb calm, doll-like. One might say he seemed more dead than alive with skin too white and eyes nearly sunken into dark, tired shadows beneath.
If his luck held, no one would pass for the next few hours. Within sight of daybreak, he'd be back to normal. Normal as one could be with an affliction that could rob him of his mind in the span of a night. "Hmph." He snorted softly, stretching out one leg into the corridor, back against a wall. A portrait bearing a trio of gargoyles shyly watched him through their massive wings.
Releasing his lower lip from between his clenched teeth, Terrance gasped for air. Oxygen flooded his system, lit up his blood and roughly restored him. His lids fell heavily over his dry corneas, quivering as his flagging energy shifted toward dangerously low levels.
His arse hurt from sitting in a cold stone corridor for a few hours. A singular magicked lamp offered some semblance of illumination but little warmth. A shiver sent a chunk of dark hair sliding over his brow, curling near his left brow. Even with his woolen teaching robes on it was bone-chilling cold - but a threat of hypothermia and bodily discomfort didn't alter the professor's stiff posture. The cool dungeon air kept his senses on edge and his mind focused. Anything less would spell disaster. For the school. For himself. For some unfortunate fool who'd cross a vampire in the middle of a blood-lust.
Being only half, Terrance rarely had a full-blown session where his body needed so badly it began to shut down. His instincts knew when to throw his body into "hibernation" when the red fuel levels got too low. From his past experience, this wasn't one of those times. Yet the stress of combating the desire to feed hurt like hell. His nails were buried into the flesh of his palms, threatening to pierce the brittle skin. Outwardly his visage portrayed a numb calm, doll-like. One might say he seemed more dead than alive with skin too white and eyes nearly sunken into dark, tired shadows beneath.
If his luck held, no one would pass for the next few hours. Within sight of daybreak, he'd be back to normal. Normal as one could be with an affliction that could rob him of his mind in the span of a night. "Hmph." He snorted softly, stretching out one leg into the corridor, back against a wall. A portrait bearing a trio of gargoyles shyly watched him through their massive wings.