I - It's dusk and Conrad can be found sitting in an orchard, the last rays of the sun warming his face. There are fruit trees of various types surrounding him, apples, pears, cherries, plums... And as the sun sets and the stars become visible he lays back on the grass, just admiring the evening sky for a moment, watching the dark clouds obscure the waking moon. And then, as the night envelopes everything around him, in an instant he's up in the air, transformed into his bat self.
He's free to fly wherever he pleases and he passes through the trees until he finds some ripe fruit that's just calling his name. He grasps a branch and quickly tucks into a juicy gigantic peach. Normally it would be too big for a bat to hold onto and he's not actually a fruit bat, but this is all a dream, so it makes sense enough.
Whoever appears in this dream alongside him will be offered to take a bite of some especially sweet fruit. "Hey, you've gotta try some."
II - ( CW: violence, blood ) Another dream of his isn't so pleasant. Conrad finds himself in a dark alleyway. He's running, but he doesn't know what's chasing him. He's being hunted, though, he knows that for sure. He can feel the frantic fear of being caught deep in his gut.
Suddenly something rings out in the darkness. There are several bangs and flashes of light and a wet smokey smell carries on the wind. Conrad looks down at his torso to see his shirt is soaked in blood. He turns his head back toward the source of the noise, but all he sees is a figure lying on the ground, a pool of blood spreading from their body. He feels like he knows this person. Someone with bright red hair and a small frame. He calls out a name, but it sounds garbled. He tries to run toward the body but suddenly his legs no longer work.
What just happened? He tries calling out the same name once again to no avail and drops to his knees. He continues to bleed but remains conscious, despite the pain. "Help! I need... help..." He shouts into the darkness, but will anybody answer? Maybe whoever's hunting him will appear to finish the job.
Curses —
- ( CW: blood ) Somehow, Conrad manages to avoid being cursed so far. Maybe it's because the distorted nightmares he's experiencing are so disturbing they always jolt him awake at sunset? In any case, he's going to do his best to locate and help the victims.
However, he's not exactly sure how he can help to keep them from bleeding out. He can sop up the blood, but that's not exactly doing much. Maybe he should seek someone out from his own court, or whoever, and ask how he can be more useful. At least he can gently try talking to the cursed victims because... Maybe they can hear him?
"You have to wake up," he'll say, on repeat, as he does his best to aid another cursed soul. But his words are pretty much lost amidst all the screaming. It's probably not helping at all...
Snowy, Snowy, Snow —
- Conrad never cared about sports. They're just not his thing. He's also not a big fan of messing about in the snow. Sure, vampires can't get frostbite, but he doesn't want to be cold and inevitably wet after he's been in the snow and goes inside to warm up.
One thing he doesn't mind so much is walking in the snow, though. It's peaceful. And he even has a pair of snowshoes on so he's not sinking down into it. They also prevent his new boots from getting all slushy, too.
If someone is so inclined they can interrupt his solitude and he won't mind too much. Maybe he can even be talked into sledding or some other classic winter activity. Or lob a snowball at him, and see what happens. Fair warning, he'll be more than a little grouchy over his clothes getting covered in snow. And so help you if you break his glasses. He can't be seen without his glasses.
Wildcard— ( Please feel free to tweak any of the prompts or come up with something else~ Here's Connie's plotting thread or you can reach me @TheRusty or PM if you have any questions or want to plot something! )
Conrad Achenleck | Red Court | Youngblood
I - It's dusk and Conrad can be found sitting in an orchard, the last rays of the sun warming his face. There are fruit trees of various types surrounding him, apples, pears, cherries, plums... And as the sun sets and the stars become visible he lays back on the grass, just admiring the evening sky for a moment, watching the dark clouds obscure the waking moon. And then, as the night envelopes everything around him, in an instant he's up in the air, transformed into his bat self.
He's free to fly wherever he pleases and he passes through the trees until he finds some ripe fruit that's just calling his name. He grasps a branch and quickly tucks into a juicy gigantic peach. Normally it would be too big for a bat to hold onto and he's not actually a fruit bat, but this is all a dream, so it makes sense enough.
Whoever appears in this dream alongside him will be offered to take a bite of some especially sweet fruit. "Hey, you've gotta try some."
II - ( CW: violence, blood ) Another dream of his isn't so pleasant. Conrad finds himself in a dark alleyway. He's running, but he doesn't know what's chasing him. He's being hunted, though, he knows that for sure. He can feel the frantic fear of being caught deep in his gut.
Suddenly something rings out in the darkness. There are several bangs and flashes of light and a wet smokey smell carries on the wind. Conrad looks down at his torso to see his shirt is soaked in blood. He turns his head back toward the source of the noise, but all he sees is a figure lying on the ground, a pool of blood spreading from their body. He feels like he knows this person. Someone with bright red hair and a small frame. He calls out a name, but it sounds garbled. He tries to run toward the body but suddenly his legs no longer work.
What just happened? He tries calling out the same name once again to no avail and drops to his knees. He continues to bleed but remains conscious, despite the pain. "Help! I need... help..." He shouts into the darkness, but will anybody answer? Maybe whoever's hunting him will appear to finish the job.
Curses —
- ( CW: blood ) Somehow, Conrad manages to avoid being cursed so far. Maybe it's because the distorted nightmares he's experiencing are so disturbing they always jolt him awake at sunset? In any case, he's going to do his best to locate and help the victims.
However, he's not exactly sure how he can help to keep them from bleeding out. He can sop up the blood, but that's not exactly doing much. Maybe he should seek someone out from his own court, or whoever, and ask how he can be more useful. At least he can gently try talking to the cursed victims because... Maybe they can hear him?
"You have to wake up," he'll say, on repeat, as he does his best to aid another cursed soul. But his words are pretty much lost amidst all the screaming. It's probably not helping at all...
Snowy, Snowy, Snow —
- Conrad never cared about sports. They're just not his thing. He's also not a big fan of messing about in the snow. Sure, vampires can't get frostbite, but he doesn't want to be cold and inevitably wet after he's been in the snow and goes inside to warm up.
One thing he doesn't mind so much is walking in the snow, though. It's peaceful. And he even has a pair of snowshoes on so he's not sinking down into it. They also prevent his new boots from getting all slushy, too.
If someone is so inclined they can interrupt his solitude and he won't mind too much. Maybe he can even be talked into sledding or some other classic winter activity. Or lob a snowball at him, and see what happens. Fair warning, he'll be more than a little grouchy over his clothes getting covered in snow. And so help you if you break his glasses. He can't be seen without his glasses.
Wildcard— ( Please feel free to tweak any of the prompts or come up with something else~ Here's Connie's plotting thread or you can reach me @