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A gentle brush of fingers touched along cold walls, brushing a trail of dying warm toward the pulsating bass. Grazing this surface past the warmth were the touch of nails, barely cutting into the ice. But there was no presence felt with this approach, no scent following the man as he made his way closer. But why? Why was there no feeling? Why would Ice sense nothing when so often before, there was always something to be felt? It was the same man, the same sweet prince, the same beauty that enveloped his form as before. And yet, he concealed himself, concealed his presence to those within the chasm. Crimson eyes would gaze onto Ice as he entered into the room, he watched him. Silently, the prince did smirk, leaned slightly against the wall at the entryway of the room. With that smirk, he waited and listened to the soft sounds of the faun's singing, amusement apparent in his eyes. He observed, not unlike a predator does his prey as it goes about its day to day workings...

"Until what... Might I ask?" He broke the silence he kept, taking a step forward into the room. Faye's other arm pulled forward, dragging a chain that he had held from the time he had entered the chasm. Slowly, it receeded toward him, revealing the form of a... Creature. A slowly moving, almost shambling collection of bones pushed in and connected to mounds of flesh and clumped blood. An organ pierced from under its belly, and a series of bones led to a large dome like head. A wide, large mouth was apparent, with long fang like teeth. Its eyes were like a fish's almost, blood shot with deep crimson irises quickly darting from one direction to the next. A hissing, deep set of breathing could be heard from it, which caused trails of blood spattered saliva to drip to the floor below. With this dragging pace, it followed alongside and just behind Faye, who led it toward Ice with a slow strut of sorts. "Have I missed something, per chance?" he would smile.

"No... Not quite." A hand from the pink haired man came down along Ice's cheek. The caress of his touch moved along under his chin, then steadily lifted the faun's head up to see a smirk. "I created it myself, from myself, rather..." he tugged the chain lightly, causing the creature to look up uneasy at its Master, before its eyes once again rapidly darted from point to point. "I have been working on it for some time, creating, forming... Developing a life, a living being. It's part of a sort of... Experiment of mine that I am attempting. That this creature is alive still, and that its own make up has yet to reject itself is a good sign." his smile broadened, the prince seemed amused, very amused. His latest work made him happy in its success, happiness that was clear to be spared for the beast's benefit.

A hand upon his forehead he sighed as he sat against the cold walls of his room. Perhaps disbelief of what he'd be doing caused this. Concern seemed to touch his features for what felt lik the first time in months maybe the first time in a year.

As he stood and leaned against the same wall he felt he'd a very good reason to be worried. H'ed sighed more then he should ever have thought possible within the last day or so. All because of that blasted Mage! It was that bloody Mage's fault he had paced about till the sun rose, looking for anything in the parts of the chasm he was allowed. He'd found nothing of what the Mage had spoke, nothing Ice would come after simply because of what it it was, let alone imediately.

This is what gave birth to his concerns. He WOULd have to betray Ice, he would have to cross that line and find what lay inn that realm of darkenned ice. The place itself did not truely scare him, nor did it give him the look of worry he wore. No, that had little do with it...The principle of what he'd be doing DID...More so what came after that...His Sire's wrath. THAT above all made him paranoid.Never had he been so fearful in his Cainite 'life' (no matter how so short) then what would come after Ice found out who'd betrayed him: The Childe who'd sworn his loyalty time and time again.

But what choice did he have? If he didn't obey, the Mage would kill off the only being he could still say he loved. And she was human, she coudl be stuck out in an instant....And even after she lay dead, whose to say he wouldn't be force dinto this very situation anyway?...Ice was Cainite, strong, he could handle himself if trouble was brewed of this...Or so Leer believed....

That thought brought him little consolation.

One last taxed sigh and he turned to move, tail swishing lacklusterly as opposed to the usual flourishing graces. For a momment he appeared as though a wilted flower. He caught this image of himself in the ice and found himself quite disgusted...That wasn't right--He needed to learnto hide his emotions better still it seemed. He still had some to blot out...NOw was as good a time as any. This would require some acting.

Running a hand through his hair, he straightenned up and took on his usual confident stride and posture as he made his way towards the chamber Ice kept for himself.

"I'm going out...I'll be back before ths sun shines brightest..."

And with that, he made as if to leave, turning to take the passages that would lead him through his usual series of exits. As soon as he got out of the Chasm he pulled is aura close to himself and pulled a long threa dof shadow form under himself, flicking it out into a cloak of the same. Tail shrinking into his body, and hooves replaced by soft padded fet, much like a gecko's, he slipped it over his body. Coating himself with shadow he had masked his aura and scent. Shaking his head he cleared his mind of worrisome thoughts and melted in amongst shadows to begin this terribly foolish heist.

((Quite alright. I've been rather busy of late anyways.))

*Ice's tail lashed like a happy kitten as he recieved no retribution for his proximity to the usually volatile Faye, his chin resting on his partners shoulder as he nodded to Leer, then licked Faye;s ear*

My son. Leer.

*He said by way of explanation. The faun;s eyes followed Leer's progress out of his room, and through the next thanks to the nature of the ice chasm, then his attention was fully on Faye once more, Leer's aura not even looked for as his devotion turned once more to one of his two favourite obsessions. And as such... he shifted the topic back to Faye;s creation*

So what experiment are you running that requires something of this nature? Living.... I find the living to be even more fragile than the dead my love. But have it your way.... you always do....

*The mischevious smile was in full force as the faun capared across the room and hopped up on the faux-Faye's arms once more, avidly watching the real thing as he swung his deadly bladed tail back and forth like a pendulum*

"Yes... Son..." The reply of Faye was brief, regarding Leer. Yet the look in his eyes was hardly the same, those crimson irises spoke a great deal. Though it may have been difficult to understand, but something kept his attention onto the younger male as he left the room. "Hm." he almost seemed to ignore Ice for a moment, at least, he seemed to. But Faye was not so cold as to not give attention to such a loyal little pet as the faun. Whatever was going through his mind he kept to himself, glancing to the the beast with a half-grin. "I am aware, my pet, most of the living are fragile..." he began to approach the effigy of himself in slow stride. "However, this creature is of a superior make..." and the 'creature' followed him, lumbering forward with an almost clumsy, distorted step. "For you see pet, when I had stated I created it... I meant it in the most literal sense." he raised his left hand slightly to his chest, turning it back and forth as his gaze went down. "It is created from me, from myself, it is a part of me... It is me. I was able to separate and forge it, to create it and give it life. Tell me..." he stops, a good three feet away from Ice himself, looking up into his eyes. "Do you recall our conversation last? A previous night not long before this where we were in the tavern of one of those little DeSeers you seem to like so much. Do you recall my mention of being able to form and shape that glove over my hand?" he asks, raising his brow to the faun.

As the chasm narrowed out, Leer tok to walking down it rather then scaling the walls. he didn't expect anyone else back here. Why should anyone else be?

He passed into the room fairly unsurprised until he began looking about. He winced briefly as his finely attuned ears adjusted tot he shrieks of torture emitting from these constant victims. Besides that though, he seemed mostly unrattled. These were the faces of death...The dead had no reason to fear death any longer.

he took brief glances of each he passed. Many faces he'd never seen...Or two here and there that struck an odd chord. Soon he found himself at the end though. Before he'd time to think He found Abrasax breathing down his throat already.

"Right...Let's just get this over with already"

Slowly, he reached out, as if expecting the masks to claim his hands as their own. Something was pulling at him here..A naging suspicion that he'd regret this for a long time to come. Something told him this was all going to fal into him by the end of the act.

Still, he grasped both Faye's and Corbin's mask. One in each hand.
Then he turned and began creeping abck the way he'd come.