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Post by Silver on Jun 7, 2009 18:26:36 GMT -8
Charming, Dashing, Cold; All words Silver had heard in his century's of life. He could have thanked Siete for that but it wasn't like him to seek mercy from a man more powerful than he was. Dispite the fact that the man was his "Father" Silver grew spiteful under the man's rule more so under his boot of authority. Silver had control of this city in his time though his "Father" had seen the world over. Covens and Sects respected him. And for some reason Silver grew envious of that power. Undoubtably that insideous ambition would be his downfall but for now he sought the monster's weakness. What he needed was more power wherever and whoever he could turn to his aid.
Upon this day he sought a magical entity perhaps some rare ability to have the man rid of without any effort. One could only hope. He wore a dark cloak with a regal inner linning but it remained hidden to the point one from the outside wouldn't bother to look or notice unless serious obseration. Silver strode into the market subvertaly observing the many shops set up he wondered if things had only been so different a decade ago. How things had so rapidly progressed. If only the span of time was constant. Siete knew the answer to it and Silver did not...
He paced himself about the market's many lights proping himself against a stand comfortably overlooking a self opened magic shop. The owners had only recently been there but in their short while they'd accumulated a small fortune which led Silver to be suspicious of their innerworkings. And now would be the time to pounce. Wait Silver... Be patient.
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Eel Valazquez
Witch 
Arun Witch
.::.It is far easier to wage war than make peace.::.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Eel Valazquez on Jun 7, 2009 22:29:19 GMT -8
 Have you heard the news that you’re dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Eel sighed, ruffling her short, spiky hair. She didn’t want to go. She really didn’t. But Sarta had wanted to send a mercenary from each of the guilds to SingleEarth, as a sort of peace offering/proof that they would be there for them. Though none of the guild believed in the peace SingleEarth promised, some powerful witches and humans were a part of it. Sarta wanted to keep in their good graces. Hence sending the ambassadors. It was Ravyn from Crimson and a man named Grant from Frost. For some reason unknown to her, Eel was chosen for Onyx.
She dressed quickly, slipping on a leather jacket and her platform boots. She would show up, let herself be seen, then leave quickly. As a witch, she knew peace between vampires and humans was improbable, at best. She really didn’t want to encourage it. She resisted to urge to slip some knives into her clothing; this was supposed to be a peace offering. Weapons would be frowned upon.
Eel hopped into her car, tapping the wheel pensively before turning the ignition on. She drove out to SingleEarth, which was busy around this time. After parking, she began to wander around. She had her arms crossed, and she was glowering darkly. Suddenly, a dark aura brushed against hers, causing her to look up sharply. She saw a figure elegantly bedecked in a cloak, and was intrigued. “Are we to believe you’re part of SingleEarth?” Eel asked aloud, glancing up at him with a wicked grin on her face. Anybody that dark wouldn’t be part of the worldwide peace that was SingleEarth’s goal.
TAG ! Silverrrr
LYRICS ! Dead! by My Chemical Romance
OUTFIT ! Just what’s in the picture =)
NOTES ! uh…nope. Sorry if it's kinda lame XD
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Post by Silver on Jun 9, 2009 19:36:22 GMT -8
Dark eyes shimmered up as an aura hit him dead on. His mandible flexed furiously. Damn there was someone here, he'd been hoping to go about unnoticed but his strength was in a way a weakness. HE crouched low hoping to have avoided the magic user. Perhaps it was a hunter, he'd make quick work of the underling for someone wanting to take him out the should have worked better. A sadistic grin crossed his face as the aura turned about. His breathing caught quickly slowing generously to perhaps pass off as a human or maybe even a witch.
“Are we to believe you’re part of SingleEarth?”
The voice called out in the dim light. He'd be thankful for that, it concealed his features still. He'd yet to want to be fully revealed. Mandible flexed again as fangs sought a way to fill his mouth with hunger. It would be easy just one reach and the girl would be his. But she looked so small so pale. How could that meal make any difference. The steady beat of her blood traced beneath the skin only made him even more a victim of her spell.
"Seems you've caught me... I was hoping to catch a small meal here but i've fallen prey to your eyes." He grinned darkly taking a small march towards her grinning sinisterly.
Would she move? Or stand up? Silver had it set in his mind that a meal would certainly do best and he had less than a moral conscious to stop.
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Eel Valazquez
Witch
Arun Witch
.::.It is far easier to wage war than make peace.::.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Eel Valazquez on Jun 9, 2009 23:16:30 GMT -8
Have you heard the news that you’re dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Eel smirked; the man hadn’t expected anyone to see him. He was tall and handsome, eerily so. Obviously a vampire, and an ancient one at that. Eel already had her shields up, but she strengthened them even more. He wouldn’t be able to tell she was a witch; she was hiding the darkness in her aura that came from being an Arun. Again, she cursed whatever ancestor of hers that had transferred power between a vampire and a human. Their line was forever tainted.
His grin was as wicked as hers, though more…malicious. Hers was wicked, his was pure evil. No way he believed in the peace promised by SingleEarth. No way. However, Eel was glad, in a way. Though the people (and vampires, and witches) here were nice enough, but they had unrealistic expectations. They expected vampires to give up the power they gained from drinking human blood. They expected generations upon generations of witches to stop killing vampires. They expected the shapeshifters to behave themselves. And honestly, it was impossible.
So far, Eel didn’t recognize the vampire. But he was hiding in the shadows, as if he didn’t want to be seen. Eel didn’t particularly care. She leaned against the stand next to him, lolling her head to give him another wicked grin. “You do know if you feed here I’ll have to kill you,” she said matter-of-factly. There was a truce at SingleEarth, and any vampire that broke it was usually killed by a nearby witch. However, her grin dared him to contradict her, or to feed on her. She had a knife on her arm, and another in her belt. And her crossbow was settled comfortably in her backpack. She didn’t move as he took a step towards her, defiantly tilting her head up so her neck was exposed. It was dangerous to taunt a vampire, but Eel reveled in danger.
TAG ! Silverrrr
LYRICS ! Dead! by My Chemical Romance
OUTFIT ! Just what’s in the picture =)
NOTES ! more fun ^^
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