Topic: Daily Bread,Mission: West End

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-15 23:55 EST
Some people say, 'I've got things to do' and they don't, some people say I have a mission to complete and it never gets done....I say I've got things to do, missions to complete I do them, and I mean it

::Shea left that inn and rode towards the West end, to sniff out clues, quite literally in fact, she left V in a safe spot and went in on foot, it was day light, who or what ever had been killing would be long gone by now. Walking the streets past others who might be looking for this killer as well, comrades in arms, there were many looking for the killer, or killers..Shea would not be alone in it ....then she sensed something upon the air, the smell of fresh blood, she walked towards it, the smell led down an alley way, boxes and crates filled it, there was blood upon the walls of the alley way, upon the street. Shea held her breath a moment, both the smell of new and old death flowed from this alley way, she pushed past the smell and crossed over the crates to find a few limbs, an arm, a leg ....eaten. to all accounts...Shea grimaced slightly. There were bones as well, with rotting flesh upon them. All in a days work, the bodes were human no doubt that smell of blood was not only human there was something about it...something darker in nature, jade hues flickered closed as she felt it...::

::almost feral in nature..fearing for a moment that maybe more than one wolf creature had gotten through from Crendia, Shea swore in elvish and made her way out of the alley way to try and track that sent...but it faded eventually leading no where to nothing ....all Shea knew now was that what ever they were dealing with might be more than just human ....there were daemons here in Rhydin,darkness as well. As Shea moved tot he roof tops she peered down in to every alley way she came to looking for signs of death but found none..::

::.she would move on, patrol around the docks some then call it an early day...unless she found something of use beside dead body parts and that smell she couldn't shake...there where something's she wouldn't be able to explain not to anyone, maybe to those who knew her best, her family, Connar. But to her new allies, she wasn't sure how much she was trusted, this was a test, keep your friends close enemies closer sort of deal...Shea knew that. As she moved back to the street, and away from the West end the scent was picked up, she could smell it on the winds...she could smell it on the winds, she moved quickly following it hoping not to lose it::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-02-17 20:46 EST
He loves the night, loves the chill of the night wind on his skin, in his lungs, bringing with it scents both familiar and strange. A clean smell, in its own way.

He'd avoided that scent ever since finding it. Oh, he caught whiffs of it now and again, since the last time, but he hadn't scrutinized it closely or followed it. If anyone asked, he would say that he was utterly fearless, completely without reservation. And it wouldn't be a lie, exactly. There's nothing in this world he's afraid of that could harm him.

He is afraid of himself.

Of what he once was, and could easily - with just the right prodding - become again.

He'd had a taste of it, that night, and what truly terrified him was that - deep down, in a place he would never bring to light to anyone - he had liked it.

He'd been in the shadows of WestEnd for some time, contemplating this, catching yet another whiff of that evil and somehow enticing scent, when she passed his hiding place. He could have reached out and touched her, she was so close.

And she looked to be in a hurry.

He had seen her, a time or two. Once down at the Inn, once down at the Sanctuary.

He waits a few moments, just long enough to put a bit of distance between them, and slips from the shadows, following her.

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-18 23:28 EST
::Shea stopped,mid stead as she walked towads her horse:: Why are you following me Lupinius" You know kind people come out of dark hiding spots and say hello.::::Her hand rested on the hilt of her hidden sword there at the left, as she turned to gaze to him, the shadows and all else around. she knew this night would end up being a one well spent.A soft smile touched her face as the wind spun through her long dark cloak.Shea had had enough of people following her, hidding in shadows the whole bit was getting very old.Jade hues shown in in the darkness under that green cloaks hood she wore,only thin wisps of dark hair seen by the moon light:: Care to tell me why your following me" ::After the last few nights all the things she had learned, shea wasnt about to test her limits::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-02-20 14:17 EST
He smiles to himself, pausing in the shadows a moment. Here is proof of someone who could be an equal - he had been making no special effort to be stealthy, and yet even an experienced hunter wouldn't have known he was there without some kind of aid. But she did. For just a moment, she reminds him of someone else he knew, a long time ago.

Then the moment passes. this is another city, another world for that matter, and all of the ones he had called friends were dead, so dead that not even the dust remained of them. He tells himself every day that he doesn't miss that, but...well, who else is there for him to lie to?

He steps out of shadow, his hand on the hilt of his own sword, which just peeks from under the blackness of his own cloak. "M'lady Shea," he says, smiling, "did I do something to convince you that I was a nice person' I'd hate for someone to be making that mistake about me."

He looks around carefully, then breathes deep. He can still smell it, but the scent doesn't seem to be bothering him...yet. Perhaps it was the one time, the first time, that he scented it that he had had trouble.

"As for following you...well, you seemed like you were in a hurry, and you just happened to pass the place I chose to come and contemplate the meaning of what I call my existence. You really should pay better attention to your surroundings, m'lady...you nearly tripped on my foot on your way by. Would have, if I had but stuck it out a few inches." He grins. "I just got up to see what could distract you so much that you wouldn't even see me sitting there. Curiousity is probably my greatest motivator."

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-21 00:16 EST
::Shea smiled dimly,looking to him:: nae ye did nothing to convince me that you were nice... ::her hands were under that dark green cloak she wore one could guess one or both resting on sheathed weapons..:: I am in a hurry....:;she would admit:: I was paying attention ::those jade hues shifted to him,knowing she hadnt been at all paying attention:: I doubt very much that i would have tripped if ye had put your foot out any, didnt any one ever tell you its rude to trip a lady? ::nearly chuckling at that,shea may have been many things a lady,in that sense she was not::

And by chance what is a deamon like your self doing in the west end,near all this blood and death...the scent must drive you mad ::Those jade hues became rimmed in silver as the moon light hit them:: I was not distracted,not hardly. ::when ye cant figure out something better,lie:: Just too busy to care ....Curious are you...that could get you killed on this side of town at night....::As shea knew all too well...a smirk played across her face as she eyed him::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-02-22 20:14 EST
He truly can't help it - he laughs, unable to resist mirth at her transparency. "A lie looks poorly on you, m'lady. You should stick to honesty - I have the feeling it suits you better." He hadn't even needed the abilities of an empath to tell she was lying, it was that bad. "At any rate...you'll find that I am not your typical demon, to say the least. And even if I were, I've seen enough death and blood - indeed, been the cause of enough of it - to pass it off, for the most part."

He catches the scent again, stronger this time. And at once, he can feel it - the rumblings of the demon. His eyes flicker with violet-shaded light, this time too brightly and too long to be mistaken for a trick of the light. Belatedly, he pushes it down, fiercely. Now is not the time, he tells himself.

"Curiousity killed the cat, mlady. But I'm no cat."

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-23 00:39 EST
::Jade hues wathed him with intent:: Honesty is usually my best trait M'lord Wolfe....::she nodded to he comment about him not being a normal deamon,and the fact that he had seen enough death and blood or even been the cuase of it to pass if off.Shea could state the same:: I didnt notice you. your right. I am bit off my game I suppose. Perhaps you hide better than you think.

::she offered him a soft smile,then noticed that shift of color in his eyes that violet light,the moon light did not cause that shift. Those jade hues looked to him as she dared to step an inch closer her jade hues shifting to silver then back to jade,and that was no trick of light:: No you are no cat. And not like most deamons,least none I ahve met in my life time. I beileve we are on the same side. Your helping find out about all these murders int he west end, as am I. ::Those hues looked to him as the winds tossed through her hair,she smelt it to that scent on the winds,feral wild,and dark::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-02-27 10:07 EST
He chuckles softly. Even to his own ears, the sound of it is forced. He can feel the demon inside pushing, wanting out, to maim and murder and satisfy its lust for pain. Briefly, he closes his eyes and utters a prayer in his thoughts - something he hasn't done or had to do in ages. My Lady of the Lake...help me keep this animal in its cage. As he thinks the words, he sees against his eyelids soft violet light - this time from the amulet, the jet black stone flaming briefly. The effect is immediate - he can almost hear the evil inside of himself scream in pain and frustration, and then it is silenced. He sighs and opens his eyes once more.

"My apologies, m'lady...but the scent you are following..." He knows - somehow - that it is what she is doing, trailing the same scent he had encountered nights ago. "It has a rather...troubling...effect on me...I suspect it has the same effect on all of my kind..."

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-27 13:45 EST
::Shea watched him for a moment sensing something,magic deep and great.Then there was that violet light again from that amulet.Shea blinked once,twice thrice. and offered him a soft smile.She had long ago lost track of where that scent went:: " I see."

::spoken softly:: "It seems to ahve an effect on most here in rhydin,it is deep dark and feral." ::the winds lifted through ehr hair the scent had gone and faded,the tracks were cold.:: "what ever it is its not around any more,it leaves behind a wake of death." ::jade hues looked to him:: "troubling effect, you meann that something inside thrists to get out?" ::Shea had faced her share of things that went bump in the night,vampires deamons,creatures she couldnt even imagine weeks or years ago she had faced as of late in Rhydon,at home,and in Crendia:: " If it effects you so,why are you down here?"

::Not that shea was worried, most who came down ehre at night were up to no good, or looking in to the murders,friend and foe alike.She knew they were on the same side. There was something about the Sanctuary, when you went in,or got near it some part of its essence seemed to carry with you,or perhaps that was just some sort of magic Shea could only feel::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-02-28 10:11 EST
Most of what she says is lost to him as the demon rears its ugly head again, but this time the beast is merely a dull roar, a weak attempt to push back against the soul that has held it in check for over a millenium, and he is able to press it back into its corners easily, closing his eyes and focusing inward. He isn't sure how this scent erodes his defenses so easily - nothing else, not even his master from long, long ago, had been able to do that - but it is something he needs to figure out, and quickly, before the evil within him finds a way to break out.

The adversary the Sisters are up against is powerful enough without adding him to their list of difficulties.

He comes back to himself just in time to hear her ask, "If it affects you so, why are you down here?"

He looks at her, the expression on his face that of one who has been asked a question to which the answer is perfectly obvious. "Do you spend time avoiding that which troubles you, m'lady' I would think that you don't. Adversity, strife, conflict - these things serve to make us stronger. They should be embraced and conquered, not avoided. I am no coward, to run from that which troubles me."

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-02-28 12:30 EST
::Shea watched him a moment she nodded to agree:: " your right I don't avoid that which troubles me, I seek it out. I am prone to seek out trouble." ::Shea smiled dimly:: " that which does not kill us makes us stronger,yes?" :: embraced and conquered, not avoided. Shea agreed with him whole heartily:: "perhaps it is good we happened to run in to one another. Perhaps you can tell me what you sense about here," :: Not that Shea hadn't figured some of it out all ready things about that scent and things about him as well. She had dealt with enough, death darkness and daemons to see that what ever that scent was caused by it was having some effect on him. Wary and cautious her hands slid inside that cloak.Denfesive and to the point yes, cautious very::

LupiniusAngelis

Date: 2007-03-02 10:51 EST
It is impossible for him to miss - her hands slipping to her weapons, readying herself for defense, if it comes to that. He pauses just an eyeblink to make sure that he has it under control, before nodding to her. "You have no need for those, m'lady...I have sufficient control over myself to keep from flying into a killing spree."

He doesn't add that if he had reverted to his old, evil self, she wouldn't know the difference. He may have been a killer, yes, but that doesn't mean he wasn't smart about it.

"As for what I sense...I sense trouble. A lot of trouble." He sighs, breathing deeply, letting his lungs fill with night air and pushing it out again in a misty white plume. "And not just for the sisters, either - for all of us. I have the feeling that the streets will flow with rivers of blood before it is done."

He turns and begins walking, heading into the night. His mind is already ahead of him, where his body is going - towards the cemetary. Just before he vanishes into the night, the violet light surrounds him, flashing brilliantly to consume him, and a heartbeat later, all that can be seen of him is the shape of a huge grey timberwolf, vanishing into the night.

DevilishOne

Date: 2007-03-02 14:25 EST
::Shea would notbecome any less tense even if he said she didn't need them. Her hands would reamin ready. Control or not, it was far to easy to loose control.:: "Very well...." ::she would say but only stand down to a point. At least he was honest.She took in what he said, she knew there was trouble coming not just for the sisters and not just for those who were on the good side but for rhydin as a whole, she ahd to agree she sensed it too, before it was over the streets would run with blood..::

::Shea agreed with him, there was:"Rashwe"...:: she muttered the word for trouble in elvish as she watched him fade in to the night, then she would pull that hood ove rher face and walk out of the west end....it was time to get back and give some sort of report on what she knew to Isulet. So she would be heading to that Sanctuary::