First Star [Open!]

There was such a faint light that poured into the stone prison he had been entrapped in. His gods had betrayed him, had ignored his calls, and yet there was nothing more that he wanted than to sink his fangs into the wrist of one of them. He imagined the ecstasy that could be derived from replenishing his fluids, but he was careful not to let it consume him.       Joints cracked and popped, as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. He counted his steps, the heavy thuds of stiff muscles. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. He just knew that he couldn’t stop. There was a way out, the palest light in the darkness he had been tormented with for only the gods know how long. He needed… He needed… He needed to fucking feed.       It took far longer than he had wanted it to, but it was to be expected. Having hardly moved and not fed in over a century took a toll on the body. He was weak, fatigued. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said he reverted back to being an Accepted. What a revolting thought…       His eyes blazed with fury and desperation, as he stepped into the pale light of the moon. There was snow everywhere. Deepfrost. It had been Longheat when he was trapped underground.       His siblings… Oliver and Calista… They hadn’t been freed as he had. He wasn’t strong enough to go back, wasn’t strong enough to free them from their prisons, but he swore that he would return for them. He needed strength.       Kristopher stood in the ruins, the nighttime showering the ancient Ascended with moon and starlight. He needed strength, needed to feed, needed to find his siblings. And he needed new clothes. Kristopher