Post by XHANE on Jul 18, 2010 18:54:38 GMT -5
The city at night. Visually busy and bustling with movement. People from all walks of life trying to get from point "A" to point "B" as fast as they can for various reasons. Some are looking for excitement. Some seek their next fix. Then there's some who flat out just want something to eat. That's why Xhane was out tonight. Food. But not for him...at least not yet.
All over the city there are people completely unaware of what goes on in the shadows of the night. In the backways left almost completely untraveled. The places where those poor souls enter but never exit and are never heard from again. At this fact Xhane is conflicted. Part of him feels saddened for their loss, while another major part of him is gleeful of the spilling of innocent blood.
High above the city streets on the ledge of "Big Ben" itself is Xhane. He's crouched surveying the city. He takes out a cigarette and lights it and takes a drag as he views the city from above. The various scents and sounds were almost too much to differentiate anything from something else. He takes another drag and exhales the smoke. Then all of a sudden he cocks his head to the side. A scream. A woman in her mid-twenties and not too far off. He takes a final drag from his cigarette and flicks it off intot he air before standing up. He looks straight down.[/color]"One of these days this is going to kill me....psh, yeah right."[/color]
With that he steps forward and drops from the ledge. Sailing through the air he felt almost free. Like there was nothing to worry about...aside from the big smashing feeling at the bottom. As he drops through the air he catches a flagpole and flings himself through the air with a roar. He lands down on a rooftop and begins running, leaping and vaulting over entire city streets from rooftop to rooftop. After a few moments he comes sliding to an abrupt hault and has a puzzled look on his face before rolling his eyes not looking overly pleased.[/color] "Of course, a Fyarl. Why not...tonight's been slow enough as it is."[/color]
With an annoyed grown he continues on and tracks the scent of the fearful woman and demon to their location. He stops just above them on a rooftop ledge. The Fyarl has her pinned in the corner of a dark, dank alleyway. Typical. Just as Xhane begins to reach down for his boot blade he stops and gains yet another puzzled look on his face. He recognized the scent but wasn't sure. It had been so long since he had caught it that he thought that there was a slim chance he was wrong.
Then his thoughts were confirmed. From the entrance of the alleyway he watches a girl in her early to mid twenties walking down the alley toward the Fyarl and woman like it's no big deal. A slayer. He knew this wasn't Ripper's or that psychotic one from pictures he had seen of them. He had heard that all of the girls in line to become slayers had been all called forth in one shot, but so far he had had no evidence of that. Part of him wished it wasn't true. Xhane haults drawing his knife and watches to see what this blond little girl could actually do. After all...she is a slayer, right?[/color]
All over the city there are people completely unaware of what goes on in the shadows of the night. In the backways left almost completely untraveled. The places where those poor souls enter but never exit and are never heard from again. At this fact Xhane is conflicted. Part of him feels saddened for their loss, while another major part of him is gleeful of the spilling of innocent blood.
High above the city streets on the ledge of "Big Ben" itself is Xhane. He's crouched surveying the city. He takes out a cigarette and lights it and takes a drag as he views the city from above. The various scents and sounds were almost too much to differentiate anything from something else. He takes another drag and exhales the smoke. Then all of a sudden he cocks his head to the side. A scream. A woman in her mid-twenties and not too far off. He takes a final drag from his cigarette and flicks it off intot he air before standing up. He looks straight down.[/color]"One of these days this is going to kill me....psh, yeah right."[/color]
With that he steps forward and drops from the ledge. Sailing through the air he felt almost free. Like there was nothing to worry about...aside from the big smashing feeling at the bottom. As he drops through the air he catches a flagpole and flings himself through the air with a roar. He lands down on a rooftop and begins running, leaping and vaulting over entire city streets from rooftop to rooftop. After a few moments he comes sliding to an abrupt hault and has a puzzled look on his face before rolling his eyes not looking overly pleased.[/color] "Of course, a Fyarl. Why not...tonight's been slow enough as it is."[/color]
With an annoyed grown he continues on and tracks the scent of the fearful woman and demon to their location. He stops just above them on a rooftop ledge. The Fyarl has her pinned in the corner of a dark, dank alleyway. Typical. Just as Xhane begins to reach down for his boot blade he stops and gains yet another puzzled look on his face. He recognized the scent but wasn't sure. It had been so long since he had caught it that he thought that there was a slim chance he was wrong.
Then his thoughts were confirmed. From the entrance of the alleyway he watches a girl in her early to mid twenties walking down the alley toward the Fyarl and woman like it's no big deal. A slayer. He knew this wasn't Ripper's or that psychotic one from pictures he had seen of them. He had heard that all of the girls in line to become slayers had been all called forth in one shot, but so far he had had no evidence of that. Part of him wished it wasn't true. Xhane haults drawing his knife and watches to see what this blond little girl could actually do. After all...she is a slayer, right?[/color]
