{{Please do note this is a repost.}}
Kicking her way from the inn she let her eye twitch as her golden brown hues searched the area. Black pants hugging her hips as she rubbed her neck and let the coat around her flick in the wind. Snarling lightly she moved towards a set of marks by some crates. Pulling her hair from her face she crouched down.
A dark figure wearing a gray battle tunic and cloak walked around the back of the market place. This sprite walked around and through different booths just to get into the crowded center where people darted booth to booth to see where the best bargains were. Snow hailed down from the blinding sky and slowly piled its way onto his body one snow flake at a time. Snow flooded in on the ground and nearly instantly was melted by the warm steam being pushed out from the vents of the sewers underneath.
Breeze mazed its way past the stitching of the frayed and tattered battle tunics that swirled like smoke off the shoulders this sinister dark looking figure. Along the aged corroded colored brick wall of the Red dragon Inn fell water droplets from the rusty pipes, echoing as they punched the small pool of water that filled the nicks and crannies of the alley, before the thudding resonance of black Tengu hooves made they're means across the alley way. Ashed hair fell down over imperial orange eye a look of true malevolence.
The blond hair flicked to her side as her head rose to glance at him. Those pink pout lips parted slightly as one dark brow lifted. Tan skin seemed the oddity on her, but then again every feature but her clothes was odd for her. Blonde curly locks draping over a black trench coat. The slender figure hidden behind a v cut top and black jeans as she moved around with black boots. Still her presence was no mystery, at least to her. Rummaging through the crate once more she didn't seem to care really at the presence besides her in the alley way.
The lips leisurely opened, white teeth and that crimson tongue of his scarcely showed as smoggy air pushed out from the base of his chest, the lyrics of had knew no hesitate or lack of judgment. "Hello again, stranger."
Stranger, perhaps, as her eyes lifted on him again they only seemed to leave with the same speed. Pulling out a small booklet from among the crates she slowly lifted up. Figure gliding with grace. Eyes darting back to him she smirked.? Ah the lover boy who was pulled away.? There was a cool smirk on her face.
A truly murky grin had gradually motioned across the face of this sinister figure. A single brow raised at her attempt to label him with hazy truths and disguises.
?After all isn't that what the one pulling you away called you?? Smirking as well she stuffed the black book into her coat. Her eyes still on him as she whispered.? Or should I just call you the ass that woke me up??
Avoiding the question like muscles borrowing in the sandy beaches to avoid the bird of prey's hefty appetite he quickly retorted with her secondary middle tone question. "Only if you have a thing for me..." The cynical twinge of his comment was said under his breath and couldn't have been any closer to the truth.
?Sounds like you're either dreaming or quite full of yourself.? Avoiding was easy to say the least, Sarah was good at it after all. There were many truths she'd hate to come to term to. As she looked at him she spoke again.? Are you one of many who seek to make me a pet? After all I've been collared now twice since I've been in this damn place.?
"Do I look like I'm out to buy love in the form of slavery?" Thoughts had drawn closer and departed, stored or erased, all well thought-out and structured. Wisdom was a precarious thing he detained close and valued to him, disrespect was just one sign of the inevitable, an unsuspected death. "Full of myself; no I'm not.. Yet the bitter sweetness of dreaming is after all satisfying in most forms of my intellect."
?Bitter sweetness of dreaming is the thing that I desire most. Still I find myself being ripped back into reality by the facts that torment me most.? Those bitter facts always seemed to hound down on her like a bad nightmare, one that seemed to get worse the more it crept into her mind, into her thoughts. The cold truths of one life always seemed to be the standing point for all of reality. Pushing it away, she focused on him with a calm eye, though inside she was quite curious indeed.? Love...: it has been nothing but a joke to me.?
"What do you live for?" A simplistic question. Her answer or explanation would had told him more than what meets his ears. Ashed hair flowed in the mix of the snowy winter breeze. His rusty colored eyes looking into hers, only ever so often peering away to look around his surroundings if his peripheral vision hadn't done so already.
?I live to seek the truth, to hunt down the answer and correct mistakes. To build connections and make people have hope again. Tis what I live for, even if it isn't what I desire.? As the wind picked up it carried her hair. Deep golden brown eyes examining the rusty hues looking into hers curiously.. Each time he'd look around she seemed to do the same. It was a habit by now in this dreary place.
"It would seem we share some common ground. Despite the darkness that shrouds around me, I feel I must take action against those who would destroy those virtues; Peace, Truth, and Love." He had given her a gift something most had never seen, and those who had the honor of sneaking a peak usually died by his hand afterwards... but not this time. That gift began to show, a slight grin turned into a slighter smile, the gift of comfort.
Still her face remained somber. He spoke of virtues and noble ones at that. Sarah was impressed and when she saw his smile there was a twitch at her lips.? You will forgive me if I state that any honor this world has... has been sorely soiled by a few lesser creatures. There is no love that I've seen in this place, only the desire to see harm done to others... or at least done to me.?
"Sometimes good can't defend and fight evil, so they use another type of evil to destroy evil." He was talking about himself in this sense. Feeling as if he could talk to her, it seemed odd but made since. Sometimes the destinies of evil that fought for good meet, but rarely intertwined.
?Like the good that seeks out the evil, how the good can grow darker and darker to move to wait for its plight to end. Though it is never really over is it?? Speaking to him seemed easy for her as well. The chance to pour things out, to rid them from her chest. It seemed so simple when it came to this dark alley and for some reason his presence, but she wasn't sure still if she was entirely safe. Slowly she looked away searching her surroundings.
"I wouldn't wish harm to beset on you." Murky eyes wondered to the heavens, looking through the gray skies trying to spot a star lit up or anything to show him that even in the darkest depths of his sanity there may be a gleaming hope of some light to shine. Obscured and sinister as it may be he had a heart of some kind. "If need be..........." A long pause of thought split his words like an axe through a tree. ".....I would protect you from such harmful entities." His mind quickly wondering through the countless possibilities of what could happen at any moment what could be said or asked, and how he would respond to his environments actions and her will. "No it is never over, so long as good people exist, evil lurks as well."
Eyes fell back on him as she watched his form speak, gaze, and then fall back to her. With each word he said her golden brown hues seemed to drift over wearily to something flashing or moving.? Tis not fair of me to bequest such protection from you. Tis not fair of me to ask you to guard me from any darkness that lingers waiting for the death of light...? Her brow lifted as she gazed towards him.? Why would you offer such a thing??
"That is why I was created in the first place. To be consumed by darkness and wield it to protect and destroy." His eyes looked over her figure, dodging over fabric covered curves and attire only to soon wonder back to her enlightening face of light; those eyes seemed to draw his thoughts closer to disseverment. "..if need be that includes the protection of you as well."
?I am not one who wants to be protected because of duty, because it is the honorable thing to do. Pity is something that does not appeal to me.? His eyes grazing figure and the black fabric that covered her flesh seemed not to bother her as she spoke again.? I only want someone for once to be around me because they choose to, not because they have to, or are required to.?
"Then allow me to clarify my being here in this freezing alley....." He turned away from her for a moment looking to the emptiness of the back alley. The slush built up along the wall, the steam drifting upward out from sewer mains and vents in the walls, the large pipes lining the red brick wall steamed as snow dripped on their metallic surface, the winds sweeping blankets off snow across the sleeping city as it seemed it was just the two of them wondering awake in the alleyway besides the patrolling graveyard shift city guards. "I'm here because I want to be. I don't believe in duty and taking orders, I am my own breed." He had finally finished what he started to explain. The cool night air felt great as it brushed snow against his tan cream skin.
Eyes rested on him before they wondered the alley way. Snow touched at her nose as she lifted a hand to feel it against her flesh as it fell. The sound of city guards moving through the area was hardly noticed. The feel of the cold chill on her body was ignored as she slowly gazed up at him. When he spoke she glanced around again. Confused by such words after all not many were kind to her at all she just whispered.? If tis your choice to stay here in this grime... because you choose to... then I welcome it...? And it was true, for once she was actually comfortable around some sort of company, other then her own. It was one of those easing thoughts she could never seem to comprehend.
"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. But goodness alone is never enough. A hard cold wisdom is required, too, for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom invariably accomplishes evil. It is because of that I live. Despite the cold bitter darkness I may be, I strive to feel the warmth of light. Despite your demons, I feel that warmth when I'm near you."
?Though I may be warm I have felt the touch of darkness. It clings to me even now, though I have the light back within me.? Lifting her neck she grazed her fingers over it slowly. A shadowed collar lingered around her neck as it snapped at her finger tips. Closing her eyes she whispered.? Even though I am restored... I am still captive to the fate the world has dealt me. I am free to roam as I please, but when I am called... I can't fight it... I'm pulled away as you saw the other day.?
"Your words tell me that it seems there's no way, no will, and no hope." His back still facing her he could feel the darkness within him shifting like a serpent slithering under his skin, it consumed him, and he fed the darkness while the darkness fed him, a never ending cycle of evil's grasp. He had his bidding to do, the killing, the battles, the wars. It seemed every step was a step closer to the defeat of both evils, himself, and the many others out in the far reaches. Feeling the embracing feeling of home within his blackened heart; the core empire. And yet, the warmth of her light, her inner soul. One who was bound to a leash, it seemed nearly hopeless to unveil its secrets and release her from its deathly slaving grip.
?It isn't hopeless... I have to be on my best or I die. I cannot betray those who hold me captive. Tis the rules. Once the goal is complete I shall be free.? Those hues watched him. His darkness seemed to torment her, make her want to find away to ease his ach. Blackened it didn't seem if he was concerned for her well being. Looking away and holding her head low. A sigh came from her lips as she whispered.? I never gave up hope... I just lost it along the way.? More words that seemed lost to her lost to her will, lost to who she was once before. Warm in the light, glowing happily and shining for the world to see. For some reason, it was lost along her paths of misery.
Kicking her way from the inn she let her eye twitch as her golden brown hues searched the area. Black pants hugging her hips as she rubbed her neck and let the coat around her flick in the wind. Snarling lightly she moved towards a set of marks by some crates. Pulling her hair from her face she crouched down.
A dark figure wearing a gray battle tunic and cloak walked around the back of the market place. This sprite walked around and through different booths just to get into the crowded center where people darted booth to booth to see where the best bargains were. Snow hailed down from the blinding sky and slowly piled its way onto his body one snow flake at a time. Snow flooded in on the ground and nearly instantly was melted by the warm steam being pushed out from the vents of the sewers underneath.
Breeze mazed its way past the stitching of the frayed and tattered battle tunics that swirled like smoke off the shoulders this sinister dark looking figure. Along the aged corroded colored brick wall of the Red dragon Inn fell water droplets from the rusty pipes, echoing as they punched the small pool of water that filled the nicks and crannies of the alley, before the thudding resonance of black Tengu hooves made they're means across the alley way. Ashed hair fell down over imperial orange eye a look of true malevolence.
The blond hair flicked to her side as her head rose to glance at him. Those pink pout lips parted slightly as one dark brow lifted. Tan skin seemed the oddity on her, but then again every feature but her clothes was odd for her. Blonde curly locks draping over a black trench coat. The slender figure hidden behind a v cut top and black jeans as she moved around with black boots. Still her presence was no mystery, at least to her. Rummaging through the crate once more she didn't seem to care really at the presence besides her in the alley way.
The lips leisurely opened, white teeth and that crimson tongue of his scarcely showed as smoggy air pushed out from the base of his chest, the lyrics of had knew no hesitate or lack of judgment. "Hello again, stranger."
Stranger, perhaps, as her eyes lifted on him again they only seemed to leave with the same speed. Pulling out a small booklet from among the crates she slowly lifted up. Figure gliding with grace. Eyes darting back to him she smirked.? Ah the lover boy who was pulled away.? There was a cool smirk on her face.
A truly murky grin had gradually motioned across the face of this sinister figure. A single brow raised at her attempt to label him with hazy truths and disguises.
?After all isn't that what the one pulling you away called you?? Smirking as well she stuffed the black book into her coat. Her eyes still on him as she whispered.? Or should I just call you the ass that woke me up??
Avoiding the question like muscles borrowing in the sandy beaches to avoid the bird of prey's hefty appetite he quickly retorted with her secondary middle tone question. "Only if you have a thing for me..." The cynical twinge of his comment was said under his breath and couldn't have been any closer to the truth.
?Sounds like you're either dreaming or quite full of yourself.? Avoiding was easy to say the least, Sarah was good at it after all. There were many truths she'd hate to come to term to. As she looked at him she spoke again.? Are you one of many who seek to make me a pet? After all I've been collared now twice since I've been in this damn place.?
"Do I look like I'm out to buy love in the form of slavery?" Thoughts had drawn closer and departed, stored or erased, all well thought-out and structured. Wisdom was a precarious thing he detained close and valued to him, disrespect was just one sign of the inevitable, an unsuspected death. "Full of myself; no I'm not.. Yet the bitter sweetness of dreaming is after all satisfying in most forms of my intellect."
?Bitter sweetness of dreaming is the thing that I desire most. Still I find myself being ripped back into reality by the facts that torment me most.? Those bitter facts always seemed to hound down on her like a bad nightmare, one that seemed to get worse the more it crept into her mind, into her thoughts. The cold truths of one life always seemed to be the standing point for all of reality. Pushing it away, she focused on him with a calm eye, though inside she was quite curious indeed.? Love...: it has been nothing but a joke to me.?
"What do you live for?" A simplistic question. Her answer or explanation would had told him more than what meets his ears. Ashed hair flowed in the mix of the snowy winter breeze. His rusty colored eyes looking into hers, only ever so often peering away to look around his surroundings if his peripheral vision hadn't done so already.
?I live to seek the truth, to hunt down the answer and correct mistakes. To build connections and make people have hope again. Tis what I live for, even if it isn't what I desire.? As the wind picked up it carried her hair. Deep golden brown eyes examining the rusty hues looking into hers curiously.. Each time he'd look around she seemed to do the same. It was a habit by now in this dreary place.
"It would seem we share some common ground. Despite the darkness that shrouds around me, I feel I must take action against those who would destroy those virtues; Peace, Truth, and Love." He had given her a gift something most had never seen, and those who had the honor of sneaking a peak usually died by his hand afterwards... but not this time. That gift began to show, a slight grin turned into a slighter smile, the gift of comfort.
Still her face remained somber. He spoke of virtues and noble ones at that. Sarah was impressed and when she saw his smile there was a twitch at her lips.? You will forgive me if I state that any honor this world has... has been sorely soiled by a few lesser creatures. There is no love that I've seen in this place, only the desire to see harm done to others... or at least done to me.?
"Sometimes good can't defend and fight evil, so they use another type of evil to destroy evil." He was talking about himself in this sense. Feeling as if he could talk to her, it seemed odd but made since. Sometimes the destinies of evil that fought for good meet, but rarely intertwined.
?Like the good that seeks out the evil, how the good can grow darker and darker to move to wait for its plight to end. Though it is never really over is it?? Speaking to him seemed easy for her as well. The chance to pour things out, to rid them from her chest. It seemed so simple when it came to this dark alley and for some reason his presence, but she wasn't sure still if she was entirely safe. Slowly she looked away searching her surroundings.
"I wouldn't wish harm to beset on you." Murky eyes wondered to the heavens, looking through the gray skies trying to spot a star lit up or anything to show him that even in the darkest depths of his sanity there may be a gleaming hope of some light to shine. Obscured and sinister as it may be he had a heart of some kind. "If need be..........." A long pause of thought split his words like an axe through a tree. ".....I would protect you from such harmful entities." His mind quickly wondering through the countless possibilities of what could happen at any moment what could be said or asked, and how he would respond to his environments actions and her will. "No it is never over, so long as good people exist, evil lurks as well."
Eyes fell back on him as she watched his form speak, gaze, and then fall back to her. With each word he said her golden brown hues seemed to drift over wearily to something flashing or moving.? Tis not fair of me to bequest such protection from you. Tis not fair of me to ask you to guard me from any darkness that lingers waiting for the death of light...? Her brow lifted as she gazed towards him.? Why would you offer such a thing??
"That is why I was created in the first place. To be consumed by darkness and wield it to protect and destroy." His eyes looked over her figure, dodging over fabric covered curves and attire only to soon wonder back to her enlightening face of light; those eyes seemed to draw his thoughts closer to disseverment. "..if need be that includes the protection of you as well."
?I am not one who wants to be protected because of duty, because it is the honorable thing to do. Pity is something that does not appeal to me.? His eyes grazing figure and the black fabric that covered her flesh seemed not to bother her as she spoke again.? I only want someone for once to be around me because they choose to, not because they have to, or are required to.?
"Then allow me to clarify my being here in this freezing alley....." He turned away from her for a moment looking to the emptiness of the back alley. The slush built up along the wall, the steam drifting upward out from sewer mains and vents in the walls, the large pipes lining the red brick wall steamed as snow dripped on their metallic surface, the winds sweeping blankets off snow across the sleeping city as it seemed it was just the two of them wondering awake in the alleyway besides the patrolling graveyard shift city guards. "I'm here because I want to be. I don't believe in duty and taking orders, I am my own breed." He had finally finished what he started to explain. The cool night air felt great as it brushed snow against his tan cream skin.
Eyes rested on him before they wondered the alley way. Snow touched at her nose as she lifted a hand to feel it against her flesh as it fell. The sound of city guards moving through the area was hardly noticed. The feel of the cold chill on her body was ignored as she slowly gazed up at him. When he spoke she glanced around again. Confused by such words after all not many were kind to her at all she just whispered.? If tis your choice to stay here in this grime... because you choose to... then I welcome it...? And it was true, for once she was actually comfortable around some sort of company, other then her own. It was one of those easing thoughts she could never seem to comprehend.
"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. But goodness alone is never enough. A hard cold wisdom is required, too, for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom invariably accomplishes evil. It is because of that I live. Despite the cold bitter darkness I may be, I strive to feel the warmth of light. Despite your demons, I feel that warmth when I'm near you."
?Though I may be warm I have felt the touch of darkness. It clings to me even now, though I have the light back within me.? Lifting her neck she grazed her fingers over it slowly. A shadowed collar lingered around her neck as it snapped at her finger tips. Closing her eyes she whispered.? Even though I am restored... I am still captive to the fate the world has dealt me. I am free to roam as I please, but when I am called... I can't fight it... I'm pulled away as you saw the other day.?
"Your words tell me that it seems there's no way, no will, and no hope." His back still facing her he could feel the darkness within him shifting like a serpent slithering under his skin, it consumed him, and he fed the darkness while the darkness fed him, a never ending cycle of evil's grasp. He had his bidding to do, the killing, the battles, the wars. It seemed every step was a step closer to the defeat of both evils, himself, and the many others out in the far reaches. Feeling the embracing feeling of home within his blackened heart; the core empire. And yet, the warmth of her light, her inner soul. One who was bound to a leash, it seemed nearly hopeless to unveil its secrets and release her from its deathly slaving grip.
?It isn't hopeless... I have to be on my best or I die. I cannot betray those who hold me captive. Tis the rules. Once the goal is complete I shall be free.? Those hues watched him. His darkness seemed to torment her, make her want to find away to ease his ach. Blackened it didn't seem if he was concerned for her well being. Looking away and holding her head low. A sigh came from her lips as she whispered.? I never gave up hope... I just lost it along the way.? More words that seemed lost to her lost to her will, lost to who she was once before. Warm in the light, glowing happily and shining for the world to see. For some reason, it was lost along her paths of misery.