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 Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:58 am
☽Cha'risa Nukpana☾  Cha'Risa stood at the shadowed end of the room, far away from the warm fireplace. The flickering flames lit the side of her leather-armored body, and the very tip of her pale chin. From the darkness, one could see the faint glowing of her yellow, souless eyes from the empty eye sockets of the elk's skull. It was as if it was the skull itself staring from the realm of the dead, as she watched the two.
She had no interest in their banter. It seemed that Allister would always have something irrelevant to say, no matter whom it was said to. She did not care to know how old he was; nor how old the shaowed figure employing them was. Though, little curiosity did indeed lie within the prospect of knowing how the Crusnik inflicted such a thing upon him.. It was to better prepare for her fight against it, not to wave her superiority or curiosities around..
Allister had come up behind her, and she did not react. It looked as if the woman was dead where she stood. She did not seem to breath much- if at all- and her stance was not completely tense and rigid, but it still lacked all signs of movement. It was incredibly inhuman to look at, and most immediately knew she was not fully human.
Her head finally turned, the first visible movement she'd made in a long while. Thos eyes glowed through the skull of the elk as she stared at the man within the chair. He mumbled in response to Allister, before returning her glance. She did not do anything to acknowledge it, but the yellow glowing orbs within the dark sockets flickered, as if she blinked.
He began to speak on the obvious. She knew this already- they fed upon Vampires. A feeder that fed upon another feeder, it was an ironic type of insect control. She was a half vampire, a Dhampir.. She could be a potential bait to the feeding Crusnik, and she was prepared to use herself as exactly this. Perhaps the man would not be able to resist the scent of her blood that rolled from her eye sockets. Or maybe it was the aura she gave off, that would make his hunger lash out for prey.
He stopped, in a sudden violent coughing fit. She patiently waited for him to regain himself. breathing heavily before he spoke. All during this, the only sign that she was still there were those penetrating glowing circles extending from the eyes of the elk's skull. So the creature, the Crusnik, had come from Aden, in the lands of the sand and sun.. Heat. Cha'Risa had been to this place only once, and she did not favor returning. If that was where her target was, she would have to make do with the idea..
He spoke of the abilities it had. The subject seemed to strike her interest, as she stepped forward weakly to hear him better. Speed, he could manuever faster than human eyes could register. From behind a veil of decaying bone, her lips smiled softly: fun. Then, he mentioned something else, fire. A black flame-- Cha'Risa's brow furrowed, though it wasn't seen. The undead despised heat, especially she and Byaelbog.
He added that he had a calling. 'The Phantom Blaze'. She nodded to him after this. "I see. So, his whereabouts might still be within the East? You may want to give me a physical description, to ensure I do not go on a blind wild goose chase.."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:30 am
 Alister
Alister Listened to the decrepit mans words and examinations, which were lacking information. Alister himself has heard rumors but how he was speaking, it seemed as if he was hiding something..motives maybe or maybe he only wanted them to know what he wanted them to know. This man seemed to only tell them they fed off of others but lacked the information that it was vampires they actually lived off, not just anyone. After listening to the rest of the mans words he noticed one name. The Phantom blaze, he was calling this Crusnik the phantom blaze. He had heard this name before and the rumors behind it. Especially the black fire. There were many sightings and stories explaining all that was left in the Phantom's blazes path was a ash and black flame. That is, when he was seen attacking a city. But the last massive destruction caused by this 'Phantom blaze' happened centuries ago. There had still been sightings but not that of total destruction. Alister also knew about the Emerald Reaper, said to be related to the Phantom blaze. Actually, he knew a little more about these Two. information he wasn't going to let this man know he knew. He knew that they were supposed to be Davion's but also supposed to be much more than that. He also heard the rumor that they were predators amidst predators. Which would explain why people called them Crusniks. But Alister also knew something said among his people what they really were, something that seemed impossible. Earlier he was going to tell Cha'risa something more about his people. But was able to because the man had answered the door. This was something he would have to tell her when they were gone from this room, so that this man couldn't hear. It also caught him off guard when he said the thing was faster then the eye could see. There was so much he wasn't telling them but at least told them a little of what the man creature could do. And the black flame, it was one of the signatures of the Phantom blaze. Very few has ever made they're flame rise to black. " So they live by feeding off others? Or just vampires, because from what Little I know about these creatures, is they feed off vampires..no other race?" He said a bit abruptly. He felt that this guy was just trying to get them to be misled a bit. " I have heard of this Phantom blaze, a predator among the predators, Vampires. But as far as the the killing in Aden, hmm, I think I heard of that, About nine or so months ago?" He paused looking over to Cha'risa after she spoke. He then turned back to The man in the cloak. " Yes, A bit of a description would be helpful. If he is in Aden, we have a bit of a ways to go." He said looking over to Cha'risa. He wanted to get out of this place as soon a possible, not only did it kinda creep him out, but he wanted to say something to her, about the phantom blaze that he shouldn't say there. IF it seemed like this man was with holding information, then if he was confronted about it he may tell them they can't have the job. This man had more of a personal reason to doing this then what he was explaining. He went on about how they live off of others and were vile creatures. But he didn't want this to prevent it from happening again, no, Alister heard it in his voice. He didn't care about others, he just wanted his own sense of justice. Whatever his reason was for withholding information was his own business, it was a bounty and didn't need to know everything. But what he's heard of the 'phantom blaze' why would This man not tell them the whole story. But, he did warn them that it was dangerous and that he was not to be taken lightly. So as soon as he thought it through, he decided to let it go. He would still tell Cha'risa what he knew, But he wouldn't question it anymore. A job was a job, it didn't matter what he was or wasn't telling them. All he really needed to know, was who to go after, and it seemed the same for Cha'risa. But it did worry him, if it was the phantom blaze they would have more trouble then he originally thought. In truth, he doesn't know what a Crusnik really is, or what they are capable of, but he knows about the phantom blaze, even the hidden rumors of who he could really be. If it was what he heard, Alister would have a harder time fighting him for personal reasons. But, it would be impossible for what he's heard about them. They couldn't of lived for that long, the Phantom blaze being one of the original Davions of the Da'vion family. His originator of his race. No, it had to be just a rumor. It had to be just someone that has the same fire, a relative or something. Although he was thinking about all this, and was analyzing what the man had told them, he hid it well, never making himself look suspicious. Alirght, well the sooner you tell us his whereabouts the sooner we get out of your hair." He said with a small smirk.
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 9:21 pm
Nigel had struggled for a few moments to pull the description of the man from memory. The constant pain that flowed through his body had been messing with his mind for sometime now. After a few moments the image of the man who had put this curse on him appeared clearly in his mind. " He is a taller man with a nasty attitude. His hair is a blonde white and his eyes are a deep blue. There's a black marking reaching out from the left side of his face. Hes very pale and he carries a black sword that matches his flame." He said slowly and then was cut off by another coughing fit. Once he was able to catch his breath he continued. "Hes often with a woman name Beatrix Dawnhayle. Shes an odd looking woman with black hair and green eyes. She has a pair of fox like ears and a tail to match. If you find her you'll find him as well. If you take care of both of them, I'll pay you twice as much."
The man paused and slowly stood up from his chair. "Last I heard, Beatrix was heading west with another woman. You find her I'm sure you'll run into him." He turned towards the two. "Now, if you please...I'm rather tired. If you have anymore questions then ask them now. If not then I would like to rest."
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:49 am
☽Cha'risa Nukpana☾ Cha'Risa's body was completely unmoving. It was an eerie stillness that was constantly over her form; comparable to a corpse in a graveyard. Her body was halfway encompassed in dull shadows; the other flickered within the warm, flickering light of the flames that licked at the wood within the stone fireplace. The wood crackled against her eardrums as if jaws clenching against hard bone, as she stared into the cloaked figure before it. Her eyes never waivered, their yellow glow never faltered, as if she never blinked; like she was devouring all that he was, all that his mind had to offer with the mere gaze of her decaying eyes, soulless and void of emotion, as they remained hidden within the recesses of the skull's empty eye sockets. Not a single noise came from her, and it appeared as of the woman didn't even breathe, if one took the time to study her.
She seemed to have forgotten Allister's presence entirely. As she stood, facing forward, staring at the man she could only call her employer, she could hear him speaking. Of course, it was nothing entirely worth her focus, and nothing to respond to. The man her eyes feasted upon would answer his questions and retorts himself. Perhaps the information they would gain would prove useful. If the creature fed upon strictly vampires, she would not be such effective bait. Being only a third vamprie, her blood may be too muddied for such a taste. She was a Dhampir at birth, and normally her blood would be halfway vampric, the rest being human. Yet her blood pumped a more fetid blood than that: The blood of Byaelbog's kind.. Wendigo. It would smell closer to undeath than any regular vampire.
Above her, the faintest sounds could be heard, but only if one strained. as Nigel spoke of the description of their target, the crusnik addressed only by 'the phantom blaze', it would be clear to Cha'Risa that it was not just her and Allister listening. The thick aura of a demi-god lurked diretly above her skull's aged antlers, and a gurgled groan, softer than the leaves trapped within a wind's gust met her ears. She would snap to attention, and although nothing about her changed visibly, her mind strained to recall and form every detail listed. Taller man; his hair was what many would describe to be platinum, his eyes blue. Pale, with a large black sword; markings upon his face. As he began coughing, mer mind.. travelled elsewhere.
The man they had seen earlier, the one that had bumped into Allister. His hair was a pale blond, his eyes were blue. From her recollection, his face bore black markings. Her eyes did not widen, but they did blink: once. For the first time, the glowing eyes behind the skull's piercing gaze halted for a moment, diswappearing in the empty shadows, before reappearing, as dead as ever. She had already had a run-in with her target. The man's voice snapped her from her metal realization. The description of a woman.
At first, she'd anticipated hearing something about a blue dress, blue hair, and an abundant like for ribbons. Instead, he mentioned.. black hair; green eyes.. Fox ears? Her curiosity was peaked, and with another gurgle from above her head, her corpse-like stillness was shattered. Her head rotated to gaze upon the door beyond Allister. She did not know how far the target had travelled; nor how long he would remain within the reaches of Caldwell. Her fur-lined combat boot stepped down once as the man mentioned rest. "Yes." Her voice was monotonous, dead in spirit and humanity, as she moved toward the door. Her movements were simple yet uncannily fast; nothing was done that didn't need to be done. The only movement in her, beside her legs carrying her with an odd speed, was the snow-white hair that hung to her hips, swaying against her legs as the moved her along.
She would step out of the door, not bothering to keep it open for Allister as she stepped into the streets. With a sudden scream of cold wind that blew across her back, something splattered wetly across the top of the skull adorning her head, rolling down it's stained ivory... Blood. Yet as soon as it blew across her, as soon as the blood met her, the wind.. ceased. The smell was invigorating to the Dhampir, and as it rolled, she would reach a gloved hand to it. As the liquid ran down the leather covering her fingers, she would bring it near her chin,, and lick it off. Without hesitation, she would continue down the steps, and into the streets, facing where they had come from. Her hand was still brought to her move, her palm covering the sight of what she was doing.
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 1:25 am
Alister
Alister listened to the description of the Crusnik that this man spoke of. At first he didn't really put two and two together, that he had already seen this man. One reason was, for some odd reason Alister thought he heard something in the air. His body trembled slightly but he wasn't scared. Did...did he hear a gurgling sound...or was he hearing things. It didn't seem like Nigel heard it. But Cha'risa, she acted different once the feeling came across him. Instead of looking around, she seemed to be focused on one point. Or Alister just was going crazy. He shook his head and body with the feeling and as soon as he did, Cha'risa was walking out the door letting it close slightly behind her, she seemed in a rush for she never waited for him. But that wasn't a surprise to him. So far she wasn't that interested in him or anything, well not as much as just now. Her movements quickened more so then they were before they got here. She seemed dead set on something or she knew who he was talking about. As he turned and went toward the door, Alister thoughts flowed to him instantly. Nearly white blond hair, black in it, black tattoo on his face. They had ran into this man, infact, right before they got here. There was a great possibility that he was still in this town. Maybe Cha'risa would get paid sooner then she thought. But, then again the man already knew what they were, but hid himself as well. This was going to be interesting, or devastating for him.
Alister quickened his pace and left the building without another thought or word. He came out of the little cottage just in time to see something he wish he had not. Random blood hitting her helmet then her licking it off. 'What the s**t was that' He thought to himself. When she licked it, he slightly shivered with not disgust but with...well he was creeped out a bit to say the least. He only stopped till the moment she was done and quickly came up next to her, matching her speed. But he had that same feeling he had in the cottage. It seemed to be something about Cha'risa, but he had no clue what it was. IT was like a cloud of creepyness hung over her head. But what exactly it was...he had no clue. Quickly shaking it off, Alister thought a bit more about this Crusnik called the Phantom blaze. " This Crusnik, The Phantom blaze...it can't be." he said as they walked. " What I was going to say, Is there are three rumored beings said to be Davion's... They have great power but are rarely seen.....And certain occurrences were claimed to be caused by them.. One of these beings is The Phanom blaze...I did not expect him to bring that name into this...Could he really be a crusnik? That wouldn't..." Alister paused for a moment as they walked. His eyes showing he was in thought. " Make any sense though." He said looking over to Cha'risa, which most likely was staring forward without any interest. The reason why it wouldn't make sense is because they were just rumors not supposed to be real. Not to mention, if they were they should be dead. The rumors are only supposed that, rumors. Rumors which little people knew of. Not many knew of the Phantom blaze or The Davion nor the Da'vion family they came from. Only reason why Alister knew was because he was a Davion.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 2:31 am
No sleep
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel I going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted .
The Phantom blaze
Dadrik wondered around caldwel with his sister by his side. It had been many years since he had been in this town. He hadn't remembered until just now that he had been in this town. Even more still he couldn't quite think back what he had done last in this town but he quickly turned his attention to something else. His sister. " So, what is it you want to do before we get what we came here to get. " He asked Lilith. He waited till she gave her answer then turned his head just as he past a flier. It didn't really interest him until he noticed what name was on it was on it. A crusnik but it seemed like it was only put up a couple hours ago, and seeing as he hasn't even been here a day it was to much of a coincidence for it to be for his brother. Dadrik lightly licked his top lip and smirked. Infact it was no coincidence. Obviously someone knew he was here, and he knew just who this person was. Nigel, the man he asked his brother to sufferer indefinitely. He most likely caught wind that Dadrik was here and put up posters to have people come after him, just to piss him off, go after him, then kill him. "Stupid man wants me to come after him. Obviously he really does want to die." He said with a dark smirk. He hated this man with a passion, the only one he hated more was the one that actually....Abused to put it lightly, Beatrix. If he had got his hands on that man, it be a thousand times worse. He crunched up the paper and threw it on the ground. "Looking for a crusnik. Like anyone would take that job. No one believes in us....Like anyone would pay any mind to this. Not to mention the amount of gold...people would think this is a joke." Dadrik said turning away and looked to Lilith. " Well, this is probably a house call, or so he want's it to be.. Trying to get on my nerves...won't work that well." He said fully ready to ignore the man.
Lilith smiled after Dadrik asked his question. " Ah, well, I don't really know brother. Maybe a snowball fight. I've not done that in a long long time." She said with a giggle. She honestly didn't know what to do Either but they would eventually have to get what they came here to do and then get back to the others. Lilith knew Dadrik most likely wanted to get back to Beatrix considering it's been almost three years since he actually saw her. " We could always just go to one of the live shows since we got awhile to night time." She said with a small hopeful smile.
They say....
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 8:22 pm
☽Cha'risa Nukpana☾ Cha'Risa's tastebuds were on fire: the blood that Byaelbog had 'donated' to her set a blaze in her mind, her dead blood slowly churned at the smell, the taste of it.. Everything. She lapped with such greed against her thick gray leather glove that encompassed her clawed digits. Her palm blocked the sight of her tongue as it soaked the crimson up, akin to a sponge in water. Atop her head, the ivory, cracked skull stared from empty eye sockets, blood splattered it's surface, slowly drying, freezing in the snowy air. Her clouded yellow eyes shifted within her head as she could hear the door shutting behind someone, and footsteps in an elevated pace, enough to catch up to her gained lead upon him. the smell dictated whom it was, as well as the eagerness in the speed of travel: Alister.
When he had caught up to her side, she was still silently devouring the liquid. when she'd finished the deed, her hand limply fell to her side, like some form of dead limb, as if gravity controlled it, not she. He spoke of what they had just heard, voicing some type of disbelief. He couldn't believe that the target, the infamous Phantom Blaze was their target. She continued to carry herself forward, monotonous in her movements yet somehow quick upon her combat boots.
He elaborated upon himself as they walked, though at her rate, she was surely going to pass him up. Her eyes, lacking any single shred of visible soul or humanity, stared forward, scanning the crowd with the degree of intent of a bird of prey. If her target was still here, she would find him. Yet, hardly did it seem like she was paying attention: but she was, indeed. So, he only clarified the cloaked employer's words: He was powerful. The Wendigo-kin wasn't too interested in this. If he was a Davion, and also a crusnik, she would merely question Alister's own bloodline, his own feeding pattern.
It wasn't a long fight, until that aura she'd felt emanating from the Phantom Blaze tickled her senses again. hostile, thick.. but not fright-inducing.She'd begin to close her eyes, the glow emanating from under her skull-clad hood died down, an abrupt end, as if a fire smothered with water. She'd focus upon the spirits of the earth, and her pace slowed for a fluttering instant, her body pivoted upon a single foot, and she turned down a street. To Alister, it could have possibly appeared random, or trance-like: depending on where his perspectives laid.
She soon found her eyes opening slowly, as her trance ended. She lifted her head up from the small downcast tilt it had taken: and she found herself in the business district: surrounded by taverns and shoppes, the crowd was quite sizable. Yet the spirits, the aura of this man, had lead her here: she was very sure, they would strike luckw ithin a moment of time. The Dhapmir carried herself silently, her movements becoming stealth-oriented, as she tried to hold her aura inward, trapping it within every vein of her decaying body. It was then, that she saw her.
The bright blue attire, the childishness she gave off by merely standing: that was the girl she'd spotted with him. Her eyes shifted behind the skull to see him: Dadrik. the Dhampir would stare, and through her gaze, the Wendigo fixated his slight interest, and she would disappear into an adjacent shoppe, and prepare with Alister.
To take this man out in this spot would be insane. There were so many civilians and peasants, guards and soldiers flocking the area: They'd be apprehended quite easily..
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:52 pm
No sleep
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel I going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted .The Phantom blaze
Dadrik made his way to a stand and just stood at the stand looking at the various fruit. Although he didn't need to eat them, he did enjoy to eat fruits and other things. It was a delightful reminder of what he used to be instead of what he was now. "Ah, Apples from the fields of Crisanto, lovely." Dadrik said with a quick motion into his pouch under his clothing. He pulled out one gold coin and flicked it with his thumb over to the stand owner. He caught it and nodded at Dadrik. Dadrik then reached down and grabbed one of the fresh and very ripe apples. Bringing it to his teeth he took a bite out of it. Slowly he looked over to his sister and nodded, she grabbed one and took it in both her hands and took a bite of the apple. She bounced a little as she chewed at the apple.
Dadrik's eyes shifted in a certain direction then back at his sister. He noticed the scent and taste of someone his sister and him had ran into just a little bit ago. It seemed to be coming closer to them. Licking the top of his lips, he noticed another one with the Dhapmir. When they got close enough he sensed they're aura, but soon one vanished, only leaving one Aura. The aura left behind was that of the Davion's which was with the creepy Dhapmir girl. But the taste of the half vampire was still there. He turned his head as he saw just the last part of the Dhapmir and the Davion enter a shop then quickly looked away to make it look like he didn't notice.. It seemed to him they were trying to avoid being noticed, but was it by them...by Him and his sister. Great, were they after the enormous bounty set on the paper he had seen only moments before. He let out a small sigh. "Lil sis, it seems we are going to have a bit more trouble than we had planned. Not even 12 friggen hours and that b*****d already knew we were here..so he had fliers hung up..this is ridiculous. " He said shaking his head. "Maybe we should save them the trouble and just..go up to them?" He said with a bit of a smirk. Lifting up the apple and taking another bite out of it.
The Dhaphmir was good at concealing herself, but the Davion seemed not trying to hide his aura, either he was unaware that he was revealing himself, or because he didn't want to hide himself. "Alright, lets give them they're target..if thats what it really is...Plus, that Davion..he has the hell's key.... at least from what I remember years ago..." He said as if he met the Alister before, of course back then he wouldn't of recognized him. He did shroud himself to hide his identity.
Both Lilith's and Dadrik's body flickered and vanished. His body appeared in the shop, behind the two. Dadrik showed up silently, the only thing that gave him away was him pulling of a item off the shelf, it was a glass sculpture of a swan. The glass hit the table, deliberately, so that he would of announced his presence. "You know, its not very nice to stalk people." he said as he put the sculpture down and turned toward Cha'risa and Alister.
Dadrik and her had stopped at a fruits stand and her brother had payed for two apples. She watched him take one and then take a bite. Once she saw her brother nod, she looked over and grabbed an apple with both hands. " Yussss." She said with a bit of enthusiasm in her voice. She then opened her mouth and took a bite out of it. She chewed it and bounced lightly in enjoyment as she chewed. She looked up at her brother as he began to speak. It seemed they were being followed or looked for, because the company of which he spoke about was the same that they had ran into before, she noticed the two aura's coming up on them, but then one of them vanishing. The only reason why the two siblings would think the two people that hey had met just a bit ago was looking for, was because the moment they got close to them, one of the aura's vanished. If they weren't after them, then her brother would most likely feel like a fool for barging in on them in that shop. She didn't notice it herself, but knew that her brother had just barely caught them ducking into the shop. Sure her brother could just be paranoid, but how they were acting just as they got close enough, it was unlikely. "RIght." She said simply as both of them flickered away, showing up in the shop no sooner. Lilith unlike her brother, was just looking around the shop. She bent her knees and folded her knees into her arms as she squatted and looked what was inside the window cases.
 They say....
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:22 am
Alister
Alister continued to follow Cha'risa, she still not saying anything. If his patience was easily faltered, than he would most likely freak out and complain that she is being rude and not talking back to him. But honestly, it didn't bother him. She only talked when she wanted to know something, and she didn't seem to completely want him to leave yet. She seemed to have some use for him, and he didn't mind. He liked meeting various people. And she, was one of a kind so far. Soon, he noticed her hiding her aura and then they entered business district area it seemed. Cha'risa ducked into a shop and he quickly followed. Her aura was also being hidden. " You probably know this but, going right for them would be a bad idea. Of course by your actions I already figure you know that. Lets lure them...." he paused as he heard something, he hadn't even noticed them leaving the fruit stand before they showed up inside. His head quickly turned to see the blond haired man looking at the sculpture then turning toward them. " Well, we had so much fun before I thought we'd 'run' into each other again." He said with a short winded laugh.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 1:28 am
☽Cha'risa Nukpana☾ Cha'Risa had concealed herself within the large shelves of the Shoppe. Had it been darker inside the establishment, or had it been during the night hours, she would have done so much as to lower her hood- the Wendigo skull's antlers towered so high from it, surely they gave her position away by now. If it wasn't that, it was the large bone scythe diagonally tied down across her back. But it was no matter to the Dhampir one way or the other: She merely needed to asses her situation, and any time that she bought herself was a blessing. Her inhuman yellow eyes met the sight of the two again, as they feasted upon shining red fruit.
Dadrik had a smirk upon his lips as he spoke to the female near him. Somehow she felt as if the female was important to him. Perhaps not romantically, but she was rather happy near him, so much as to be bouncing about, chewing upon that ripened fruit with eagerness that was nearly comparative to Cha'Risa biting into human flesh. The idea made her lip curl slightly: The blood given to her earlier had gotten her pulse risen, her nerves reawakened.. But it did not sate the hollow feeling within her stomach. And perhaps, her father had done that with deliberate planning..
It was then, that their auras, even for a mesmerizing second, fluctuated with magical exertion.. before it dissipated. Another few moments later, it reappeared. The Wendigo-kin was not stupid.. They were closer, and if she did not see them within that instant, they were behind her. Within a blinding torrent, she pivoted upon a combat boot, and slammed her foot down to steady her stand. A clawed hand rose up, as if she had forgotten the glove's existence, limiting her wielding of her natural weapons within her movements driven on sheer instinct alone. she had turned around before the sculture's clattering sound even hit the air.
Her eyes stared into Dadrik's blue eyes. Her aura suddenly released from every vein, as if water surging from a shattered dam, it swarmed and engulfed the air around her for a moment. She let those sickening golden orbs bore themselves into Dadrik's, as if to stare into his very soul itself. Yet with the skull's permeating darkness, he would hardly make them out as anything but glowing circles. Something about her gaze was incredibly off setting.. creepy, upsetting. somehow, it was known by all that received it: Something wasn't even right with her, she had nothing but hostility. Not even a soul, not a smile..
His words were fairly.. arrogant, cocky. Alister would reply, with a short-winded laugh at best. She'd flex her digits as if claws, and upon their movement, the bones cracked, causing the limbs to jerk sideways in an unnatural manner. It lowered slightly, only to reach for the handle of her scythe. Within the face of her tantalizing meal, her paycheck.. suddenly, the people around her were nothing of importance.
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0_cloud strife_0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:29 pm
No sleep
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel I going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted .The Phantom blaze
As the girl with the skull on her head continued just to, seemingly, look at Dadrik, he just cocked an eye. She seemed very off...creepy to say. Although he couldn't necessarily see her face or her eyes completely, he could almost feel the gaze. It would be disturbing to most, but he didn't let it get to him. Dadrik stepped a little closer. "So the silent, dark type huh? You have nothing to say? Or you just let the dult over there come up with idiotic responses?" He said looking over the counters at Alister, smirking. "Trust me, you don't want to 'run' into me again." He said giving Alister abut look of contempt. He then looked back to Cha'risa. "You, though. Your interesting. Your a Dhampir, but seem to be something else as well. I'm not sure what exactly but its very...dark." He said turning toward the shelves and picked up another nick nack, bending over slightly.
Dadrik went though various things on the shelf looking as if he was looking. The store keeper right now didn't say anything, he actually looked a bit scared. "Now, why ...if you were infact following me, would you do such a thing? It seems you tried hiding yourself from me, or am I just being paranoid? Why is it your looking for me?" He said slowly turning his head toward Cha'risa. Dadrik had a good idea why they were hiding from him, but as well as looking for him. But if they were going to go after him, why in the middle of the town. It gave him an Idea, maybe he'd play a little game with them of cat and mouse. Make it seem like he was running from them...that is until, he got into a more open area.
Lilith continued to look at the things on various shelves moving from one side of the store to the other. There was alot of nice looking things in here. She did pay attention to her brother and the other two, but decided to stay out of it. She wasn't one to voice her opinion Like Dadrik was. She did notice how creepy the girl was though. It made Lilith not want to go up to her, or even try to talk to her.
They say....
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:14 pm
☽Cha'risa Nukpana☾ Cha'Risa 's deathly, gloved hand had remained in it's steady course.. Towards the bone-carved handle of the large scythe across her rigidly armored back. Her unholy stare never seemed to cease. It was a stare that couldn't easily be read. It wasn't unlike the feline's stare, fixated upon their prey. It wasn't unlike the vacant stare of a corpse, either.. It was simple and in it's lack of emotion, complex. It was unlike a gaze that most humans could administer. Or anything living fully, really.
Her claws hid themselves beneath a thick film of leather. They begged to find themselves three inches beneath that pale skin of his. Her fangs itched to taste more blood, her eyes intended to feast upon his writhes, her ears his screams.. The Wendigo-kin had been quite woken by that surge of blood administered to her by the deity she knew as a father. Yet it served as nothing more than a taunt.. That little scrap that fed the starved, caged dog. She needed it now. Every cell in her body lurched and churned against one another, begging her unmoving frame of frigidity to pin him and devour his larynx.
but she was not merely an animal, not entirely. Cha'Risa knew better. Her hand lowered from the scythe very lightly. She'd listen to his words, and it seemed he and Alister were similar, and not merely in bloodline.. Both had a large mouth that had a natural talent for flapping and gurgling words out. He seemed to grasp she was not entirely what she seemed, and the Wendigo-kin made not a single move. She literally just stood, and stared. It took a great amount of willpower to resist painting the walls with his blood, then licking it off. Truly, she was a master of the art of hesitation in this moment.
"You speak far too much." She'd begin, with an emotionless hiss. Irritation was very slightly bubbling from her words, though her tone was as smooth and as cold as a sheet of ice. Hunger was truly getting to her.. "I realize that you understand well, why we follow you. I feel no interest for your banter. I will apprehend you here if I must, Phantom Blaze."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:04 pm
Aerious Steelgrasp  Aerious was stoic and unmoving through out this. He wasn't normal in the face that one could not observe the look of his eyes, the gentle movements of breathing or the shifting of his feet. His metallic armor served as a cage, encasing the humanity the Samurai had left from sight, minus the black hair that stretched like an old flag from the back of his helm. Not so much as an aura could be grasped from his being, yet everyone Else's was his for the seeking. The man bore both a blessing and a curse, but he'd regarded it far more as a negative thing in recent, than anything else. He'd run from his people, for his supposed sins for, perhaps, the rest of his life.
Aerious had considered what Hibiki spoke on. Money was something he was able to cheat in, but he'd never enjoyed the prospect. the ability to meld metals in any shape and texture, any color he'd liked-- it meant that, in dire times, he could make his own coin to keep him going. He nodded at his works, his vacant eye-holes within the helm were abyssal, black and empty.. Yet somehow, they seemed to focus upon him.
"I have thought on such. I have a considerable amount. I merely seek a place in which I might find solitude." The request of solitude sounded so simple, so easily gained.. Perhaps Hibiki would find it strange or even humorous that the suit of walking armor would request such a thing. Yet, for a fugitive, it was something he could almost dream of-- assuming, that is, he could even sleep anymore. Yet, the Steelgrasp had committed nothing wrong, merely attempting to save himself and his men. But beauty and wrong alike were found only in the eyes of the beholder.
His head snapped to see Hibiki move towards himself. It was as if he anticipated something hostile, within the misinterpreted second. But he bore no exposed skin in the area his lone fingertip destined, and so, he let it connect with his silverine, dull armor. It would feel as if .. regular, plain armor. It wasn't like magic leapt out from it with claws of a tiger. It wasn't as if an aura seeped from it.. no, it was.. just armor, to the touch, and to the eye alone. The man apologized hastily, adding in a half-question. Aerious' voice held only a sliver of amusement.. As if he was just an exhausted man, or trained out of a sense of humor. "Do not apologize, there is no need. It is not in this case that curiosity slays the cat." He gave a shrug, the lightest that he could exhibit with the weight of his armor.
He'd follow the man as he gestured, his tabi-booted feet rather.. quiet, for what he looked like. Yet, nevertheless, one could hear the militaristic gait that he had, an even long stride, power mixed with trained finesse. "Preferably out of most of the city's activities.. I just seek a place to rest my head in peace."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 6:59 am
Play your music, soft and sweet
Fill the heart with passion, heat
Share you love with every mind
Don't leave any soul behind...  Hibiki Yasuno
Your Melody Plays
--------------------------- A smile stretched across Hibiki's face, even though it was clear the other man could not see it. A place where one could find peace was a bit of a challenge, considering most places to stay were filled with activity. But as Hibiki walked along, the location the armour clad man dawned upon Hibiki. The musician realized exactly where it was he should go. "If solitude is what you're looking for, I think I know just the place. You might want to keep close, though. This particular tavern and inn is a little off the beaten path, and it's easy to get lost when you start to get into the inner circles of the city." Continuing to plink a small tune on his lyre, he realized that he probably should have asked if the armour-clad man minded music. "My music isn't bothering you, is it?" Hibiki asked, not looking back to even check if the man was still there.
Trodding along, Hibiki began to wonder about the man. He wasn't very suspicious of the man, though he probably should have been suspicious of someone who looked to be made almost completely of metal. Still plinking on the lyre quietly, Hibiki thought maybe he would ask some questions, try to make conversation, or something to pass the time while they walked thorugh the snow covered streets. The crowds began to grow as they walked through. "So, may I ask your name? Or are you one of those secretive types that would rather not share?" Hibiki made a turn down a new road, and they began to pass by a couple shops and loud taverns. "Don't worry, we're not stopping here, We've got a ways to go." He chuckled quietly, the crowds running back and forth between shops began to swell even more as they continued on. ... Your past is smiling every day
And you miss him in every way
Go and make your father proud
The Entertainer's strong and loud
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