Quater: Dyo (Spring) Day: 45 Year: 81382 Time of day: Late afternoon, early evening Weather: Light rain sprinkling, but not too cold. OOC: Sorry for the delay! ____________________________________________________ Jureap still had a stiff limp in her hind legs but she wasnÂ’t worried. They knew she wasnÂ’t weak, they knew what had happened to the dragon that had done this too her. They had seen what was left of his bodyÂ…a mess of blood and fur, entails pooling out of his stomach, foam at his mouth, vacant stare, and just to make the point perfectly clear sheÂ’d cut his heart out and left it and a stake. Of course the Gang was still after her, they always wereÂ…they would never give up. Jay stumbled on not caring who she ran into, or what she knocked over. She walked until she could "see" the ocean, and the Terhesian Port, which was probably the closest thing to a home she had. <span style='color:yellow'>Tomorrow,</span> she pondered,<span style='color:yellow'> I should really stop by IÂ’ve been gone for a while IÂ’m sure theyÂ’re all dieing to here the next stories in my saga.</span>
It was quite silent along the alleyway, aside from the light rain. So it was that Xavius was almost suprised no one heard the gurgle spray of blood as he slit the throat of an arden. The blood evaporated as it hit him however, a little trinket of dark magic. The arden's eyes bulged with suprise as his hand lost the strength to hold the pistol. It clattered to the ground. He fell to his knees before Xavius, like he the masked arden said he would, like it should be. This was beautiful. The emotionless mask stared at him as he fell to the ground finally clutching his throat. Atempting to keep the life giving fluid in his neck invain. The red eyes stareing mercilessly. This man was from an enemy faction, one that wanted Xavius dead. He figured they feared him, what he might build. A dark empire. His dream, his nightmare. This one was an enemy assassin, stalking Xavius, that is until Xavius turned the tables around and stalked him. Reaching down with his black metal clad hand, he picked up the small pistol and pocketed it. No use in letting it go to waste. For Xavius to have anything close to an empire, he would need more firepower and 'dragons. A dream so far away. But every little bit helps. The arden was dead blood pooled at his feet, not actually touching the dark one. He had slit his throat with the tips of his gauntleted fingers, but still no blood was on him. It wouldn't do to walk the streets covered in red liquide. The sight really was a thing of beauty, the blood wound poetic, the blood the writing. Xavius turned abruplty around, his cloak flowing around him, and walked away. Then again a good step in building an empire, would be to have an aprentice. Xavius walked out into the street and lost in thought ran right into a dark haired thill. He took a step back and was about to unleash his fury, he noted her eyes, pupiless. She was blind. <span style='color:red'> "You should be more careful madam. You never know what kind of monster you might run into." </span>
(OOC:Jureap sees through her elctrokinesis much like a snake uses heat vision to hunt. Every living thing gives off electricity as it pulses and breathes and functions. Even just standing a person is a wave of electricity, as they live and breath. In the same sense Jureap can tell when a huge burst of electricity has gone off…I hope that makes since) Jureap wrinkled her snout when she bumped into the large figure, although their was no blood left on him to the visible eye, to the highly trained nose and an electrokinesis master it was quiet apparant he was covered in the beating life-magic of Fronima. Jureap stop and stared hard at him, smelling of blood…and roaring with electricity. Did he think his comment was funny? Maybe snide? Had he never seen nor heard of her? Did he possibly assume that simply because she was blind that she couldn’t help running into the passerby’s? She frowned deeply, <span style='color:yellow'>"Perhaps you should be the first to take your own advice." </span>The smug some-what hulking dragon assumed she was weak because or her blindness, perhaps he thought her blatant disregard an accident? Jureap turned from him toward the ocean breeze, she had always marveled at the wind. She thought is was magnificent and it didn’t have to been seen to be enjoyed. She could taste the salt on her tongue and droplets of water from the rain clung to her black pelt. The ocean seemed to be calling to her, the water strange thing that is was, was her opposite. Water and electricity mixed could be a dangerous thing. Jay faced the mysterious, unnamed stranger and spoke thoughtfully. <span style='color:yellow'>“Although some may not be able to detect what your black magic hides, I can see it clearly. You should be careful the inhabitants of Bhim are not as blind as they may seem…" </span> (OOC:That was an awesome pun! I didn't even mean to do that I swear!)
OOC: That makes sense actually. Thank you for clearing that up :P IC: The tone in which the thill spoke in told Xavius she was confident. And that meant she knew something to be able to defend herself. He doubted she could ever defeat one such as he but none the less, Xavius knew it was smart to be cautious. Xavius did however laugh. His natural mettalic cold laugh rang through his mask. He did not laugh at her, but instead he laughed at the pun she used. Intentional or no, it was a pun he enjoyed. <span style='color:red'> "I think you will find that they may be more blind then you might think. When it comes to me anyways. Of course in Bhim, I'm sure blood isn't the most shocking thing to be seen." </span> Xavius moved around behind her. That was merely a test to see if she had some method of sight. Fronmia and The Nothing were mysterious things after all. One could never know what is or isn't possible. Xavius made an audible sniff, more for effect then anything. <span style='color:red'> "Besides, I can see you have had your share of blood today." </span>
<span style='color:yellow'> “Ah, yes well the smell is not especially easy to get rid of, however I assure you I’ve tried. In fact the blood you smell is from more than 10 days ago…The fool impaled himself on my spines. (Jureap gestured to her back where nine or so thick black spikes grew along her spine) As you can imagine, he made quite the mess, bleeding all over my fine black pelt."</span> Jay felt no need to give an explanation for her scab encrusted hind legs, and limping movements. The stranger whom ever he was, seemed clever enough to put the picture together, after all there was no need to give any signs of weakness… It was painfully obvious to see that she had been attacked from behind, she had left her back exposed, and now she felt like kicking herself for it. Of course at the time she had been left no choice, but regardless the unlucky Arden had gotten more than his fair share of blood in the end. Jay’s ears flicked behind her as he moved, he was horribly noisy, (at least according to her standards) she could have been without her electrical sight and still been able to find him. Jureap’s spines along her back stiffened and she flicked her tail back and forth dangerously, almost brushing the strangers torso. If he had not noticed the 2 thick barbs buried in the white fur, he would now as the light dance off them. The light caught beads of poison forming at the tips of the barbs and she held it poised in the fashion a scorpion would. She made a noise something between a growl and hiss and spat at him, <span style='color:yellow'>“What? You want to try my spines on for size too?"</span>
Xavius chuckled. Her personality was delightful. Just the right kind of dark he looked for. <span style='color:red'> "Perhaps I'll test your spine another time." </span> He said as though accepting an offer he couldn't refuse. He moved backwards a couple of feet, practicly glideing silently on darkness. Raising one hand towards the tip of her upper most spine he willed the darkness to react to his command. It did, catching a bit of the venom dripping off of her spine and bringing it close enough for him to examine, he had no need of touching it physically, the darkness told him everything in that regard. <span style='color:red'> "I imagine the death of this arden was very bloody indeed. But tell me, did he die from the spike?" </span> Xavius released the venom droplet to fall to the ground. <span style='color:red'> "Or did he die by a lethal injection? Just how strong is your poison?" </span> Xavius asked as he lowered his hand onto his cane, taping his finger unpon the tip. <span style='color:red'> Just how strong is it </span>
(OOC- FYI: just in case you weren’t sure, it’s the end of her tail that’s poisonous not the spines along her back) Jureap got a feeling similar to that of being interviewed for a job. This strange and still unnamed Arden had taken quite an interest in her…he seemed to be quizzing her with all these questions, maybe testing her? But why? Why all the questions? Jureap knew better than to trust strangers and the longer the conversation went on the more suspicious she became. She spun around to face him again, and realized that his breathing was echoing…was he wearing a mask of some kind? Much puzzled her about him. She clicked her fangs together as if growing annoyed, <span style='color:yellow'>“What killed him? Ultimately his own poor judgment, but he was fatally wounded before I stung him…it just speed up the process."</span> She crouched down into her feral form, feeling safer after she had all four paws firmly planted on the cobblestone. <span style='color:yellow'>“As for my poison, it’s highly toxic. It melts flesh, liquefies organs, prevents blood from clotting, the whole 9 yards. When a victim is stung they are paralyzed with 5 to 10 min. depending on size and weight. After that it’s a slow death, the agony lasts for around 2 hours, it sometimes ends sooner depending on how their body reacts to it and how much was injected."</span> She pushed her snow white hair out of her eyes, <span style='color:yellow'>“Why so interested? Eh?"</span> She didn’t like the arrogance in his tone, it was over confident. Or maybe he just hadn’t meet his match yet? Jureap shook her head, not that she was in the position to be wanting anymore enemies, nor the condition.
OOC:Sorry my bad, thanks!^^ IC: Xavius thumped the can on the ground and walking into a shadow behind him and returning from a shadow behind her. <span style='color:red'> "Then you must be proud to carry the poison you do. It would be rather shocking if you weren't." </span> Xavius backed up into the shadows once more and reapeared to her left. This wasn't nessasarily a trick on her, it was simply his nature. He couldn't help but be who he was. <span style='color:red'> "Now why am I so interested? Indeed. Well to put it bluntly, your dangerous my dear. Not only that you are dark as well. That is something I respect, thats what I look for. I can offer you great things. Many of them can be terrible, for those who would oppose you. I can offer you a road into the darkness, a trip few take or make. But in the darkness, ny dear, there is so much to gain." </span> Excitement covered each word, each sylable that formed from behind the white mask. The wind had picked up by then and began to swirl his cloak and robes about. He ignored it and kept his stare upon her.
Jureap cocked her head as the dark one spoke and almost felt the need to laugh. How strange his behavior was! Alliances were not formed this way, not after a 5 min conversations with passerby’s. But the more mirth she found in the dialogue the more she felt as though there may be some sort of a trap. Maybe “the Gang" hired him to do some dirty work? She couldn’t quiet put her finger on what it was that was wrong with the conversation. Maybe it was too open, a little too friendly. Yes, yes she thought that must be it. He was too friendly, and found her no threat. Jureap did not like the shift in power that had happened during the first few moments, this dragon obviously felt himself supoeriouer. She snapped at him, <span style='color:yellow'>“I am not sure who you take me for, but I am no fool. And I certainly don’t need some street urchin to offer to teach me about things I already know!"</span>
A street urchin? Him? Anger swelled to the brim in Xavius threatining to boil over. He a Lord of the darkness? A street urchin? The very notion was infuratingly laughable! The shadows began to crawl along the groun to him and his figure darkened even more. His one hand raised up slightly, then he thought better lashing out and placed back upon his other hand. The shadows retreated back. Glareing through the mask he said coldly <span style='color:red'> "You would do well to not agrivate or insult one such as I." </span> As he said this he cuaght a movement out the corner of his eye. Two ardens stood watching them. Xavius tilted his head. <span style='color:red'> "I suggest you move along gentlmen, now." </span> <span style='color:blue'> "Shes gotta be here somewhere Bronoe, I can smell her." </span> The one called Bronoe looked over from his corner of the ally and nodded. <span style='color:brown'> "Me too Bruce. I can smell her too!"</span> Bruce and Bronoe stood in the midst of an allyway, both wet and both hungry. The sky was grey and a slight rain sprinkled down upon them. The wind was begining to pick up. The two ardens had been searching the blackmarket for hours on end for there target Jureap. There gang leaders wanted her dead, and they were only to happy to comply. Bruce was taller then Bronoe, but Bronoe was bulkier. Both ardens were relativly big and both wore the same blue jeans, black T-shirt and black jackets. Neither was particularlly smart but they were good at what they did. The two moved through the alley way and onto the street. And at last there search was over, for the there target stood before them. She was not alone however, a masked arden in black robes was talking to her, excitedly about something. There was something about the two dark 'dragons that sent a chill down Bruce's spine. Jureap said something to the other arden, who imeddiatly became still. It was obvious he was angry. The masked man said something to the marked thill, and then looked to were Bruce and Bronoe stood. <span style='color:red'> "I suggest you move along gentlmen, now." </span> His voice was cold and dark. A strong urge to flee built up in him but he kept his ground in defiance of the dark arden. <span style='color:blue'> "Afraid we can't do that mister. We've been looking for your blind friend here for a long time." </span> Bruce said as he pulled his handgun out of his jacket. <span style='color:brown'> "Yeah, for a long time! The boss would be very upset if we didn't come back with her heart on a stake!" </span> As he said this Bronoe also pulled his gun out. Both men aimed there handguns at Jureap.
