::Aura::

[Cehhan]

There was a strange aura, something that Cehhan could not place. It was unfamiliar, but it drew him in. He couldn't explain it, but it drew him to travel closer and closer to the land of Tsukiyomi, although he was well aware it was indeed dangerous. At first, he tried to resist it, but it pulled him closer and closer. And with it came a sweet, very strong scent...a scent of blood. Cehhan knew the consequences of his actions if he were to travel into a land of humans waiting like sheep, but the smell was just so saccharine it was difficult to resist. He did not like giving into his commands of the blood lust, but there was this different feeling. And he did not know if it was only the blood he was attracted to. Perhaps it was something to lure in. Several times on his journey had the vampire thought about it, but the curiosity would not subside. The aura was strong and persuasive, but different; unfamiliar. If it was a trap, Cehhan was skilled enough and a smart thinker if he were to come upon it. Something in his mind told him to follow it, and here was in the tree warily eying the gates to the lands below. It was a dangerous and crazy idea, one that could possibly jeopardize his own life.

With his cloak's hood drawn far above his head and a deep breath, Cehhan slid down from the tree and approached the gates. Already the putrid scent of the guards' blood caused his nostrils to flare, desire to take one shivering down his spine. However, even far beyond the gates Cehhan could distinguish the different scents, especially the one he was to follow. All of the abrupt smells at once was overwhelming, and it was beginning to get difficult to dampen this desire and get a tight rein on his self control. A shadow over his face, Cehhan looked up with an impassive expression at the guards above the gates with weapons. The ones on the ground watched him warily before asking him, "What is your name and where are you from, Stranger?" Was there any reason to lie? He didn't necessarily come from anywhere, and what did they care of his name? Cehhan wasn't wanted anywhere, or he didn't think so, at least.

"I am Cehhan and I come from the land of Elyon." he replied huskily and drew his hood back. Looking at each other once, the guards nodded in unison and soon enough the giant gates creaked open. Hurriedly the vampire entered, trying to brace himself from the many humans residing upon the lands. A massive shiver of lust ran down his spine again. Under the cloak, Cehhan's hands balled into white fists as he attempted to avoid the citizens. The strong scent he followed was becoming stronger, and right then he knew it was closer. Off in the distance was a castle and his scarlet eyes raised to glance at it curiously. The scent blew downwind again, and he assumed that whatever it was, it had to have been up there. Pulling his hood up once more, Cehhan hurried off in attempt to find the strange aura.

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