Shifting Shadows

<span style='font-family:Arial'>Day: 15
Month: Tria
Year: 81378


Cube moved along the shadows of the black market, looking for something cool to do. He casually played with his lip ring as he walked, his bright eyes lighting up the darkness of the ally ways. He grinned. It had been a long time since he had done something like this, he hoped the cops didn't find out where he lived. He found it. The perfect bomb. Easy enough to use, easy to blow up. He paid the seedy looking dealer, then sat down for a moment to think. </span>

 

Illucien silently padded through the busy streets, easily walking along without bumping into a single soul as the milling mob parted for her. The skeletal wraith oozed malicious intent from her every pore, and her whip-like tail snapped and cut through the air in visable agitation, the scythe-shaped tail blade threatening to slice through anyone who approached to near. She was in need of... entertainment... Mis-matched pools of hate and deceit scanner over the crowd with the predatory focus of an eagle on the hunt. There... A male pendragon sitting near one the booth of one of the black market's more seedier sellers. She approached the male, a dark smile twisting her thin lips into a wry grin.

<span style='color:gray'>"Well hello dearest, I don't believe we've met..."</span> she purred smoothly.

 

Khup shifted, the shadows shielding his bleach albino pelt from visible view. Demionish red eyes glared at Illusien, piercing through the inky blankness. the large feline shifted once again; never had he restored his energy. He had been cursed with constant restlessness, roamiing the shadows, atrying to avoid the illuminating ellegance of urbanity. Why lurk in the density of a forest when you can conseal yourself in teh shadows of a city of constant chaos? He grinned, revealing blood stained canines. He wasn't barbaric enough to attack any citizens, but nor ould he let them slip away without any intimidation. On the prowl, four sturdy limbs glided through the darkened allies, avoiding stacks of unwanted litter as he danced amongst the piles of trash. The vile odor of rotting flesh (of a dead rodent, perhaps?) lured him away from the pair. <span style='color:red'>Oh yes... meat</span>, pink tongue expanding, licking chops.

 

<span style='font-family:Arial'>Cube gave her a stern look before pulling out a smoke. "No, we fuckin' haven't". He continued to stare at the bomb. He would blow it off at th school, that'd show those fools who they were messin' with. Cube's eyes shifted to the shadows, he senced a demon on the prowl. "Ey, fuckin' come with me, it's fuckin' not safe here". </span>

 

Illucien mentally laughed. He assumed it was safe with her? Still, she obediantly followed close on his heels; her gnarled hands clenching and unclenching into bony fists. She smiled to herself, the swish of her stiff coat drowning out the noise her claws made against the scales of her palms.

 

<span style='font-family:Arial'>Cube knew better than to trust a complete fuckin' stranger but he needed to. A demon was on the loose. He led her over to a small building, far from where they used to be. "We should be safe here, no fuckin' demons havin' me for lunch, i'd sooner fuckin' destroy them with my bomb" he said grinning.</span>

 

Khup quietly easedropped on the pair's coversation as her chewed a rodent corpose. Dried blood clung to his large blood stained canines, as the masculine devoured the beast. He'd hate to admit it, but Illusien was right; why travel with a complete stranger? Reclined upon sturdy albino haunches, cleansing brood mitts from drying blood, the flavour mixing with mud stained upon his claws. Shifted in the shadows, quietly lurking, following the pair. Unlike Paush (a former aquiantance), Khup could control his telepathy with ease. Just another thing to list that he was better than that damned brute Paush. Trying to keep his thoughts to a minimum, he eyed the two with blazing red eyes.

 

<span style='color:gray'>Someone likes the word 'fuck'...</span> Illucien thought quietly. There was a warm burst of orange in her minde-eye as Kaiyaki wordessly agreed with her. The serpentine wraith coiled invisibly around her right arm, the glowing red pits of his eyes scanning the surrounding alley. He had picked up on the strange albino male, Khup, not long after his 'pet' -Illucien- had spoken to the foul mouthed Cube. He didn't bother to alert his consort to the bleached male's presence; perfering to keep a quiet watch for now. Illucien had the familiar sensation that Kaiyaki was keeping something from her, but thought it best not to ask. If her life was in danger, Kaiyaki would speak up. <span style='color:gray'>"Dearest," </span>she crooned to Cube, <span style='color:gray'>"You really should watch your mouth while in polite company."</span> she smiled darkly at him.

 

Khup forced a weak grin, as her glared at the sky. Trying to act as if he was reading Illucien's thoughts, her carefully tried to sence the serphent's presence. Resulting in failure, he slowling brought his brood irriangular crania hellword, giving a glare from the side of his flairing red optics. Come and get me.

 

<span style='font-family:Arial'>He looked at her with a grin. "Make me". This wasn't his only talent, well he hoped. Being raised on the streets and all he had enhanced sences. His hearing was better than most and could reach into the souls of others. He could move twice as fast as any normal pendragon and his body was twice as durable. Get lost you stupid demon... he thought, knowing the beast could here him. He felt kinda bad though, swearing in front of a lady. It's just he was so tense, with the cops always after him, and now this shit! Maybe he would watch his language...a little. </span>

 

Illucien sighed melodramatically as the scent of a persuer reached her. She spun around, her movements marked by the loud rustling of heavy leather. She smiled in the directions of the shadows. <span style='color:gray'>"Oh sweetling, won't you come out so I can see you?"</span> she asked smoothly.

 

Silent, white canines glowed through the inky darkness as flairing red-- seemingly pupiless-- eyes illuminated. Was she talking to him? No. Khup believed it wasa mere shame to dress an apparel, especially if entitled a thug or brute. Whatever the same, Khup responed in a raspy voice; <span style='color:red'>Ma'm, may you be directing to me?</span> his grammer was slightly inproper, but that was the last thing on his mind.

 

<span style='font-family:Arial'>Cube was pissed. This demon was wasting his time. His eyes flared with anger and he raised his fists. "Get the hell away stupid thing or i'll beat you to the ground!" . His eyes turned pure yellow. </span>

 

Eh, lookie lookie. Another bitch roaming about, tryin' to prove himself, Khup thought quietly, directing to the mascu' titled Xavier. Emitting from the shadows, Khup refused to recede. <span style='color:red'>I asked you a question,</span> his voice was icy, sending a chill through the air. Tassle thumped hypnotically against the pavement, adorned with piles of unwanted litter. Flairing red eyes carefully exaimed the pair, albino frame reclining upon a pair of sturdy haunches, I'm not like you.... he thought, trying to catch their attention. ...I'm quad. Feline brute shifted, encircling the two, awaiting a sly responce. He knew what would happen next. Either i. they'd get mad, and trying to 'attack' him, or ii. they would play mind games. Khup simply adored mind games. And a little physical challenge wouldn't bother him, either...

 

<span style='font-family:Arial'>He looked at the beast, his eyes becoming meer slits. "I said go away demon, you have no idea what your messing with". He clenched his hands in fists,a dark energy began to form.</span>

 

ooc| Sorry for askin', but may I kindly ask to state whom your character is directing to when making a statement? If you don't know my characters's name, you may refer to him as the 'albino beast' or Khup. Thanks. =]

<span style='color:red'>I'm not a demon</span>, the mascu' replied coldly. His least care was if whom was directing to him. Another side of him needed to converse, releasing all of his ridiculous mind games. <span style='color:red'>To be the lasttime this stae emitts my lips, whom are you directing to?</span> the chill in his voice echoed through the urban terrain. I've been bestowed with the tittle 'Khup'.

 

ooc| Seems a little godmoding-ish, if you ask me. =/