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((X.x I forget what the heck I was doing before I left for the week. Got sick again..blah. I believe I'll try and start where I left off...))

The cold cement beneath her feet seemed to be so familiar, yet she had never really been to a city on any other occasion. The swarms of humans and their modern ways made her a bit nervous, despite the fact that she had much worse to fear. Taking a bite out of the strange arrangement of bread, cheese, and meat that was called a sub (why they didn't just call it a sandwhich, she didn't know) she continued on her way across the city towards her makeshift crap-hole home. Although it was basically just a tent, and sleeping bag it served its purpose well enough for now. She did hope to move somewhere a bit more...permanent soon, but still was deciding on a suitable place. Without any leaks in the roof. If it was anything she hated more, it was puddles. Without giving much thought to what she was doing, Willow crossed a crowded street, nearly getting run over in the process and managing to anger quite a few of the locals. Would the fun never cease?
Suddenly a rather strange thought crossed her mind, one that she hadn't thought of in a while. What was her old teacher doing these days? She had thought him dead, though that had later been proven false when she found him to have attacked another harmless Guild. Sighing to herself, she pushed the thoughts of him out of her head. Why she had become so attached to him, she'd probably never know. She chastised herself even now for even thinking stray thoughts about him when in this strange city filled with the Light knows how many creatures capable of mind-reading.
Willow became aware that she was no longer hungry, and so she threw her "sub" into a nearby trash bin and continued on her way searching for something to interest her. She was bound to find something in this city that would hold her attention for more than 5 minutes.

"Excuse me may I sit" Val indicates the large stretch of unocupied bench and waits a moment before sitting down next to her. "I hope you don't mind if I smoke." Val didn't like to smoke, the acrid smell slithered up and burned his nostrels making him vulnerable and blind to all other scents, but the act seemed to put most at ease in his presence, more so sometimes than words. Val lounged comfortably on the cold, hard bench and smoked his Swisher Sweets in a leisurely manner. He had watched her before, gazing up at the sky and echoed her action now.
"I remember a time not so long ago when people and the cosmos were more connected with eachother." He pauses for a moment to wait for her to interject, when she doesn't he continues. "Now despite humanities leaps and bounds in innovention and discovery they seem more distant than ever to their once loyal guides--"

In comfortable silence he sits back and looks at a sky unseeing and in his mind it echoed the eye of an old woman that he once knew-- how it had once twinkled in merriment and laughter, knowledge and wit, but with time and sickness it became shrouded in a murky film, ultimately leading to milky blindness. Her life thereafter oozed away with her eyes and she died in great despair.
Looking at that sky, earths only window, he knew that old woman's death would be the fate of humanity.

He finnishes his smoke before distainfully putting it out. "People have become arrogant because they know they are able to build things such as this." He gesticulates to encompass their surroundings, "They cover the heavens in a veil of muck so they need not feel inferior to others' greater creations.--" He leans back, hands behind his head, to consider the dulled sky "but in its own way the universe has enacted justice upon the people in this city, for their pride is contrasted with the knowledge that they are apart from something...something vital."

Val sits up and fiddles with his box of smokes before pulling out another slim cigar to light up. After a quick flash of a shiny metal lighter and a burst of flame, he sighs, puffing out a curl of sweet smelling smoke up into the sky; in a whisper, almost as if to himself, "...perhaps that is why cities, out of all places, breed the most lonely people." He stubbs out his is smoke with only a third of it gone and looking up falls into that murky black pool, outwardly deep in thought.

Hearing what Bridget said, Amber offered to make a suggestion. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, opened them, then suggested, "We could have a lycan search the trail, but Aiden is just as good, if not better at tracking blood trails. He's hunted vampires for years and is quite expert at it."

sady remembered clearly where he was killed.

Go up 3 blocks and to the right. It's the first alleyway on your left.

A white cat lounge despondantly ontop of a building roof, starring blankly out across the cityscape. Things had gotten dull, and now she was getting depressed from the memories. She missed Asmodai, more than she could put into words, and she could only hope that he came back safely to her soon. She was too out of it to notice anything, and just lay there, eyes half closed as if she was about to fall asleep. She just missed him so much...why couldn't he come back?

Astaroth was walking down a secluded alleyway when he felt a disturbance in the air. he looked up to see a shadow leap from one rooftop to another. He sensed not only one presence, but two...

One was familiar...

The other was animous...

'Teslae...' he growled quietly. He spread his now visual wings, and shot up the alleyway, sending a gale of wing shooting out of it. He flew a few feet overhead, and cast his wings into illusion again, landing silently behind the human.

He stalked after him, cloaking himself with illusory magics, and prepared a spell mentally, as was his forte.

Then he saw Neko... the elder of this city. 'Damn...' he thought. 'If I lance him with this spell, I'll hit her, too...'