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As the shadows would once more form the shape and detail of the samurai, he would continue to walk as the shadows seemed to fade away from him. A soft chuckle passed his lips as he had indeed heard the assassin's words before he had left. He knew it was corny to some, but to others it was quite mysterious and even frightening. Cracking his neck as he would slowly make his way to the tavern, for the moment, his quest on finding either the red headed thief of the blood thirsty werewolf on hold. Slowly making his way to the bar of the tavern, he would take a look around. Noticing the fox girl from before, he would shake his head as she was headed up the stairs, although his gaze would land upon the feline in the corner smoking on a pipe. He could tell by the way he sharpened his blades that he was a fighter of some sort, but he wasn't too sure or keen on what he was exactly. Turning his gaze towards the bartender, he would only chuckle as he sat down at the bar and pulled out a small handful of coins from his pocket. A large tankard of your strongest ale my friend, and make it quick.

The bartender would look to him with a glare, although just as Raziel would once more rest his hand upon the hilt of his blade, the bartender's eyes would go wide and then move off to go get him his drink. It had been indeed a long night for the wandering swordsman. Although he would slowly shake his head as he would seem to lean back within the chair and prop his feet up upon the bartop, starting to look around again, he would see a card game in another corner of the room and what seemed to be a migit along with a long haired woman, closing his eyes and chuckling to himself, he knew that he needed to get some food and drink in his system and a good place to sleep for the night. This seemed to be the place, although he wasn't too keen on the fact that the fox thief stayed here as well, that is what he believed anyway. Letting a soft sigh pass his lips as the bartender would slide him his drink, he would chuckle once more as he would crack his neck again. Thank you my friend, but make sure to keep the tab open. I have a good feeling that the rest of tonight might be good for having too many drinks.

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Roarin was busy smoking his pipe. Relaxing into the soft wooden chair. For a split second the lights seemed to dim down. A brow raised in suspicious curiosity. The young fighter looked about the Inn for what might have caused it. To his surprise he found a man who look to be what was called a Samurai. This was intriguing to say the least. Not many of his kind traveled this far north. The man ordered himself a drink, and even placed his hand on the hilt of his blade in a threatening manner. The cat shook his head at the sight. Samurai always spoke of honor. Yet most of their actions displayed dishonor. Course Roarin did not give a damn either way. He himself was far from being honorable.
Taking a long pull from his pipe. He held the smoke in for a few seconds. Then released it in a thick cloud from his nostrils. Reaching out with his free hand. He lifted the mug of ale to take a drink. Then sat it back on the table. His tail twitched in a dangerously playful manner. The cat picked up a rock that had hitched a ride in the soles of someones boots. He bounced it in his palm for a second. Weighting the stone in his hand. Deciding how much force to use. He flicked his hand out. The stone flying for the Samurai's head. He was not really aiming to harm the man. Just a simple test of the man's skill with a blade. That and his awareness.

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Hearing the feline within the corner of the room as he would lightly toss the small rock up and catch it within his palm, he would smirk to himself as he would let his hand lightly grip the hilt of his blade. A normal human wouldn't of heard the soft pat of the rock hitting the feline's palm, although thankfully to the demonic blood that was within him, he was able to hear almost anything. Letting a soft chuckle pass his lips as he would then hear the soft woosh of the rock flying towards him, he would slowly reach back and catch it with his free palm before he would set it down upon the bartop infront of him and move to take a drink out of his tankard. Bringing it up to his lips, he would take several swallows from it before he would set it down then turn in his seat so that he was facing the feline.

Having fun over there boy? Because if you want to go a round, just please let me know. He would chuckle once more as he would swivel back in his seat and once more place his feet back up upon the bartop as he would take the tankard and throw back another large couple swallows. The shadows around the feline would slowly light up with blood red eyes as he would chuckle abit, just in hopes to scare the feline abit. He wasn't in the mood for a all out bar room brawl, but he knew that if it did happen, it would be indeed quite entertaining.

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The man caught the rock with ease. Damn it he didn't cut it. He thought to himself. Though when the man mentioned going around. Roarin smiled wickedly. His tail twitching dangerously. Swaying back and forth like a whip. As he finished off his bowl. The shadows around him grew eyes out of no where. Now that was something not seen everyday. This Samurai was a very interesting person indeed. The cat placed his pipe on the table. Lifted his mug and drained it. Grabbing the leather bag of coins at his hip. Roarin tossed the bag across the room and over the counter. Landing it in the Inn keeps hands as he turned around to take an order. " That's for the damages Jax!"
With that said and done. The feline was in the air grabbing a hold of a wooden beam with his sharp claws. Jumping from beam to beam until he was above the Samurai. Jumping down in a spinning motion. He flung two daggers at the man. One was throw at his feet on the counter. Aiming to miss on purpose. While the other went for his chest about where his hand would be when he raised his blade to parry the attack. Roarin would land on the counter top, only to spring up and over the man. To land in the middle of the room with a long knife in each hand. The blades sprouting from the opposite side from his thumbs.



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Once more his dark chuckle would pass his lips as he saw the dagger land just at the heel of his boots as he would roll to the side to avoid being hit by the other dagger, although he would draw his sword as he rolled. His lips curve into a cold smirk while he would look towards the feline as he flipped over him and drew his own blades. Think your cute hmmm? Does kitty want a treat? He would chuckle again as he would watch the feline with interest, only waiting for what it would do next.

Once more though the shadows within the room would seem to grow as what seemed to be shackles and chains would seem to slither out of the many shadows like snakes would from a snake charmer. His lips would curve as he would chuckle before a barely noticable squeeze of his hand upon the blade that he was holding would signal the chains to attack the feline, moving towards the feline's limbs to grasp them with their shackles, His eyes landing upon the feline as he would crack his neck, already he was swinging his blade in abit of a twirl as he would start to move towards the feline. It wasn't often he got into a fight, although this night, definatally seemed to intrigue him.

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The feline began to bounce of the balls of his feet. He was in a very good mood. It was not often that he was able to fight someone worth while. The shadows around him became thicker. Forming into chains and shackles. Still keeping an eye on the swordsmen. He kept the shadow chains in the corners of his eyes. He stood there bouncing in place. This was a special and yet simple trick for situations just like this. The swordsmen squeezed the hilt of his sword. This also caused the chains to fly towards him. As he came down from his bounce. He landed on his right foot. Swing his left around with flames erupting from his foot. The light would be enough to get rid of some of the shadow chains. Giving him and opening for a few seconds.
He leaped and rolled between the Samurai's legs. Holding his blades out to the sides to cut the insides of his legs. At the end of his roll. Roarin used his hands to stop him. Spinning around on them with considerable speed. His legs were out stretched in a whirled wind of fire. This was directly behind the man. If it landed then good, if not that was fine too. The odd style of attack lasted only a few seconds. The he pushed off the floor and made a series of flips that led his the spring backwards up onto a table. Spring boarding off of it the land on a beam near the ceiling. for now he was merely testing his opponent. With a wink the cat vanished. He did not have control over shadows as his friend seemed to have. Though he was trained in the art of stealth.
Roarin had made his way across the length of the dinning area. Snaking down a pole. He hid behind it long enough for a few chains to find him. Without hesitation the cat sprint out and towards the man. Slashing out with flame covered blades at the chains that tried for him. Finally just a short distance away from the swordsmen. The feline stepped on a large wooden bowl. It flipped up into the air. He spun and kicked it so that it would fly at the man's head. He shortly followed the bowl. Slashing at the man with his blades. Throwing a kick and a few slashing punches that if landed would also allow for some nice cuts.

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Raziel would feel the heat of the flames put up by the feline as he would step to the side and would seem to open a bed of nails under him right as the feline tried to roll under him, although he would chuckle to himself as he would do a quick sweep to try to trip it as the feline did it's fire spin to burn him. Letting his gaze soon land upon the feline once more, several more chains of shadows would seem to spear out from several shadows out of the corners of the room, although they would criss cross infront of raziel right where the bowl would try to land upon him.

Letting a soft smirk come to his lips, as raziel would rush towards the feline in a dead sprint, several copies of him made of shadows would seem to split from his form and take his exact shape and color, about three of them. His dark gaze would land upon the feline as the copies would soon turn into what seemed to be a net in order to catch it without hesitation. Although raziel would spin his blade infront of him, in a way of a sword dance to block the blades that he would use to hear the clash of steel upon steel with each blow the the feline would strike.

Although when the feline would try to kick at him, Raziel would do a quick flip, and move to grab the feline by the tail, if he would grab the feline by it's tail, he would pull it closer to him then move the blade to it's neck, pressing his body close to the feline and pulling the blade so close that it threatened to cut the flesh and cause the life giving essence of the feline (blood) to flow from it's neck

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These damned shadows were beginning to get a little old. Of course it did keep him on his toes. The man made a grab for his tail. This was something Roarin had learned to avoid. His tail flinched away from his grip. Whipping back at the man's hand to knock it away. Though he had been caught by the net. Now setting on the ground covered in a shadowy net. The feline sheathed his blade. " That was fun." He said in his deep voice. Looking up at the senior warrior. " It appears i got careless." The feline conjured a ball of flames in his hand. Watching as the shadow shrinked away from the light. He stood up and dismissed the flames. He then stepped forward and held out a hand. " Roarin." Was all he said. His features curving to form a smile of amusement.
His features told that he was being friendly. Though if the man would actually take his hand to shake it. Roarin would pull hard and leap up to bring an elbow down on the base of the skull at the back of the man's head. Followed by a fiery breath attack to the back of the head. Propelling him away from the swordsmen. If he by chance guessed what was to come, and decided to strike instead. Roarin planned on breathing fire at his face along with a few balls of fire at the mans legs just in case he tried to dodge under the breath attack.

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As the shadows would seem to flood away from the light that the feline was bringing, Raziel would shake his head as he extended his hand in offer of what seemed to be friendship, although Raziel would shake his head as he would simply sheath his sword and give him a slight bow. As he would do this, a small spear with a chain would gently press into the back of his neck, as a warning not to try anything. Raziel had his amusement although he grew bored of it quickly. Raziel was all that he would say before he would stand up once more and move away towards the bar again. He hadn't been beaten, and he hadn't beat the feline. It was simply a draw in his mind, simply because of the fact that this was a spar, not a fight. If it had been a fight, Raziel would of simply killed off the feline by now.

Making his way back over to the bar as he would rest his hand upon the blade, he would chuckle as he would lean back in his chair again and prop his feet up upon the bartop again as he would let the speartip slowly melt away, knowing that the spar was over, although he kept his hand close to his blade just in case that the feline didn't get the message.
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"There is a man that I know. For seventeen years he never spoke. Guess he had nothing to say.
He opened his mouth on Judgement Day."


Solace was under the impression that she was a vampire or has some sort of vampire-like curse. That wasn't the worst he's ever heard but it did make him worry just a bit. His blood wasn't exactly...well...blood. He'd allowed a vampire to feed from his before and his old friend had become violently ill the very next day. Sure his blood looked red and full of typical human cells and matter when it was in a tube, but it his body it was more of a Molotov Cocktail. An unstable mix of different species trying to maintain some form of stability to keep the creature he'd become intact.

No, Solace didn't think that Shareas was a monster. He was the monster. He was no more than Frankenstein's Creature, a jumbled mess of parts of a few random wholes that somehow resembled something human. Only this jumbled mess went about killing within weeks so his so called "birth". He could see the same sentiment in Shareas's eyes and it evoked something he tried so hard never to bother with.

Empathy.

An assassin had no need for empathy. In fact, assassins who suddenly grew a conscience were almost always killed violently, end up wishing they were dead or punished by the person they were commissioned by. Solace figured, however, that for a fellow killer, a little kindness could go a long way. He may even win her over to The Guild if she warmed up to him enough.

"You would probably get sick feeding from me. I'm toxic." He said holding up his hands. He sat down at her level. "Seriously. I made an old vampire friend of mine ill for days. He still won't speak to me." He laughed a little trying to maintain some humor. "Is there any way you can counteract it? Or should I find you a place to feed? Because I do know a place and we can't have you or anyone else causing any more havoc. More work for the church."
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Dark eyes stared at Solace, filled with desire and surprise. He didn't think she was a monster. She would never understand how. She bared her teeth like an animal when compared to a vampire, but then just laughed darkly. "Solace." she looked at him, trying to find some way to put in words what she was. Few knew of her race and those who did ran. There was good a reason why, just as there was a reason why her kind were so rare. If people knew who she was, they would be pleasured to find a way to kill her. She was a cruel joke on mankind, born out of the blood and lust of two unlikely breeds. She sighed painfully, "I am something much darker than a vampire. And no other blood will do once this desire has been awakened so deeply within. If you knew what I was you would've slit my throat years ago." Maybe that is what she wanted, for him to know. For him to realize that she really is a monster and he should be saved from her. She held no feelings like that towards anyone else, she admitted it to herself. She closed her eyes, tears would not be shed in front of anyone. She hated to be seen as weak in front of anyone, especially such a high rank assassin. "Blood Elf." she said softly. Little was known of the race besides the old stories told to scare young vampires and supernatural creatures alike. She didn't have such a strong need always, but when she did, it was impossible to satisfy on anything else. She had even taken down high demons and angels before in the desperation. Not proud of all she had taken. Shareas would not do the same to him. She would have to suffer through it.

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The Samurai had not fallen for his trick. He didn't even swing his sword. The man had simply sheathed his blade and bowed. The cat's hand fell to his side. The sharp point of a blade against the back of his head. Letting him know that the spar was over. This brought a smirk to his feline features. Bowing his head in respect to the swordsmen. " Another time my friend." He knew that neither himself nor the other had been giving it their all. Which in truth was a good thing. That whole thing about curiosity killing the cat. Well the funny thing was that it was true.
He might have one, but he would have lost a lot in the end. So all in all, it would have been a loss not a win. Turning to walk away. He caught sight of something flying through the air. Muscle memory caused his hand to fly up and catch the item. It was his coin purse. The bar keep shook his head and walked away. No damage had been caused by the fight. So with a sigh. Roarin walked over to his table to retrieve his pipe. He loaded the bowl once again and lit it. Walking out of the Tavern. It was time for him to make his way home. One hand held his pipe as he walked and smoked. While the other was ready to be used for battle. One never knew which corner would be hiding trouble.

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What a shame we all became,
xxxxxxxxsuch fragile broken things,
A memory remains,
xxxJust a tiny spark,
xxxxxxxI give it all my oxygen,
XXXXXXXXXto let the flames begin,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOh glory...

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Beatrix blinked as the male feline gave her a smirk and a wink making her realize that he knew that she had been watching her. Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink from embarrassment. Note to self Trixie, staring causes awkward moments...she thought with a soft sigh. She quickly took her gaze away from him and made her way up the stairs. When she reached the room, she slid her bag under her bed the flopped down on top of it. Trix grabbed her blanket and pulled it over her body. Thank the gods...a warm place to sleep for the night and its a decent place as well. Trix curled up in a ball and enjoyed the warmth of the bed. She couldn't remember the last time she had enough money to afford a room like this. The fox usually slept in abandon houses or cheap inns on the darker side of the city.

Trix closed her eyes and started to drift off but then she heard the commotion coming from down stairs in the tavern. She laid in bed for a bit, trying to fall asleep but was no use. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up in her bed. She heard the voices of the patrons raise through the floor boards making it impossible for her to sleep. Is there a brawl going on? She slipped off the bed and slipped out in the hall way. By the time she reached the stairway, it was all over. Trix's ears lowered and she shook her head. What ever had happened, it was over now. She glanced over at the door way just as the feline male walked out the doors. She heard the low mutters from the other people in the tavern. Most were speaking about the man at the bar and the cat that had just left.

There was something about him that made the fox very curious. She walked down the stairs and headed towards the door after the cat. She stopped outside on the step and scanned the area for him. She spotted him half way down the street already. Beatrix decided to make her way though the alley in hopes that she could cut him off. She followed his scent and eventually found her way to an alley opening where she waited in the shadows for him to walk by. As soon as he passed she stepped out silently behind him with her dagger draw and pointed directly at the small of his back. "Hello there, Fluffy." She said with a slight frown.. "Causing a commotion in the tavern and then just walking away. Its pretty rude, if you ask me. I was almost asleep." She tilted her head the side and as she picked up the smell of the burning catnip. "Really? Cat n**? You really are like a house cat."



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Somewhere weakness is our strength,
And I'll die searching for it,
I can't let myself regret, such selfishness,
My pain I know the trouble caused, no matter how long,
I believe that there's hope,

buried beneath it all..

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Roarin was happily walking down the street. Smoking his cat n**, and blowing out large rings. It was during one of these rings that he caught a scent. It smelled of canine and womanly musk. The cat walked passed an alleyway. Hearing the faint movement of feet on stone. Gripping his pipe with his teeth. Roarin looked over his shoulder with a raised eye brow. His white tipped tail brushing the blade away from him. He stepped away from her as if this was all a big joke. " It was a simple spar. Couldn't help myself." He said taking another drag from the pipe. At this point he was feeling very warm and fuzzy. " As for being like a house cat. I hope you know that the house cat is the most vicious. For it hunt for fun not survival." His sapphire eyes held a wicked gleam. While his lips curved into a feral smile.
Roarin began to circle her. Smoking his pipe as he went. " From what i can tell you are a thief no?" He chuckled manically. " I wonder if their are any bounties out for you." Saying this last part as he came back to stand in front of her. " After all that is what i do for a living my dear fox." He took one last pull from his pipe and blew the smoke in her face. Just before he turned it over and tapped out the ashes in his hand. " And i must say i am quite good at it." He stared into her eyes closely. She looked the type to have killed a few people. Though he suspected it was only to save her own neck. " Let me guess, you have not slept somewhere nice for sometime. For one i can tell by the way you smell. It's not horrible like the humans in this place. But it is noticeable with my nose at least. Ever think to try another line of work?" With this he turned on his heels. Walking away as he placed his pipe in his coin purse. Making sure that it clanked against the gold enough to make a loud noise.

Timid Lover

What a shame we all became,
xxxxxxxxsuch fragile broken things,
A memory remains,
xxxJust a tiny spark,
xxxxxxxI give it all my oxygen,
XXXXXXXXXto let the flames begin,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOh glory...

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~+~Beatrix~+~

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Beatrix blinked as the male brushed away her dagger as if she wasn't even a threat. Her ears flattened against her head and she crossed her arms. She quietly listened to him as he spoke about the nature of a common house cat then followed it with a smile. Is he trying to intimidate me? she silently asked herself. He then circled around her, inspecting her. It was starting to make her nervous. He asked about her occupation and then commented on if there was a bounty on her. Her eyes widened slightly and she fidgeted uncomfortably. The fur on her tail puffed out and she let out a low growl at him as a warning. Yes, the fox did have a bounty on her head and it wasn't a small one but, luckily for her there haven't been any hunters on her tail since she joined he guild. The can then blew smoke in her face making her eyes water and she started coughing. Fantastic...a bounty hunter...I sure know how to pick the people to bother...He was starting to get on her nerves slightly. He also mentioned her scent and her cheeks turned a light pink. I smell? Really? I didn't think..I don't think I smell..Not like other people who've been in a similar situation that I have been in.

"Listen here, you flea bitten cat." She growled loudly. "What I do and if there is a bounty on my head is none off your concern, hunter. You seem to be doing well enough if I do or don't have one.." She took a step back from him and gave him a quick look over as he started to walk away. She found it very annoying that he would just walk away from her after all of his rude comments. "And..I don't smell! I mean sure, I'm not lucky enough to have a place to sleep every night but I do take care of my hygiene. Don't be a jerk." she called after then chased after him. "And what do you mean by trying another line of work, cat?" she said as she caught up to him.


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Somewhere weakness is our strength,
And I'll die searching for it,
I can't let myself regret, such selfishness,
My pain I know the trouble caused, no matter how long,
I believe that there's hope,

buried beneath it all..

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