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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 14, 2009 16:17:16 GMT -7
Another cold and rainy night in London, so wet it muddled the senses, it made smells weak, made the skin numb. The sound of it echoed on the streets and made it hard to hear...Yzge'k hated it, it hadn't stopped since she had gotten here.
The blond shuffled through the rain with a keen courage not seen by most women who would traverse these streets, but then again, she wasn't most women, and she scoffed at the idea that anyone would try to give her a heard time. Who would be that stupid?
Her answer came in the form of some thug had followed her for a block or so, ever so slowly creeping up on her, catching up. The she-wolf smirked, finding the human's inferior stalking...quaint. So she played along, after all, Yzge'ek loved a game, and if it was interesting enough...well, perhaps her attention would be pulled away from this damnable rain.
She slowed her pace, letting the male catch up to her slinking into a nearby alley, she only assumed his intentions, do doubt nothing savory. Which only seemed to encourage her. Her would be attacker was upon her quickly, his voice low, and his commentary some sort of guttural innuendo that seemed to pass as foreplay to these types. Fine by her, she pulled her arms up to guard herself and play the part of a woman under attack... a loud scream escaping her throat...
...Which quickly turned to a sharp howl. The look on the would-be rapists face was all too delicious as his would be victim had shifted into a very large, very angry blond wolf. It was even funnier to Yzge'ek when he screamed higher than she had when she lunged, the funny part about these sorts of predators...they were hardly as tough when they were against something that wasn't a single female.
By the time she had shifted back, she had already eaten her fill, naked, and looting her prey for his wardrobe. She was a bloody mess, but the rain was at least enough to wash the majority of it off. Which she begrudgingly admitted to herself was...tolerable.
With a chill creeping in, she moved on back on the main streets.
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Post by prince on Oct 15, 2009 13:22:40 GMT -7
The young boy, as odd as he was on a normal basis, was even worse for the wear tonight. He was in the rain, trying to find a good reason to why he was on the streets in the first place. Oh yes. He remembered now. An impossible job had been given to him. To kill the head of an unknown person. The leader of one of the highest crime circles on the werewolf side of things. However, he could not find this person, because no such crime ring existed. At least not that he thought.
He supposed he could have been wrong about that. He just didn't want to admit that such a thing existed. Not that it did. He shook his head. It was all too much to think about. Besides. How could he kill without a name? Without a face? What was with this damn order? It pissed him off a little more than it should have. He didn't know why.
He liked to think, he liked to analyze. So why was this mission so damn difficult? He ran his hand through his hair, trying to rid it of the rain that clung to him. He wondered if it had anything to do with his brother. After all, that's how he started this assassination spree. He was always covered in some sort of blood, but none of it ever seemed to fulfill him the way the murder of his own brother had. But that was the least of his problems at that moment.
The rain was getting harder. He growled a little. He hated getting wet. Soon though, he scented blood. He was abnormal in a way that he could indeed smell blood. But if it was in a mass quantity, as it seemed to be here, it's not like it was hard. He soon got to the area, just in time to see the blonde. He moved closer to a nearby building, blending into it rather well, hiding behind a trash can worked too. He watched, waiting to see what would happen. He needed something interesting to do tonight anyways. This just seemed to be perfect. Anything that involved death was right up his alley.
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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 16, 2009 14:04:06 GMT -7
It wasn't as though Yzge'ek had a plan, she had come to London without the slightest clue of what to do. Only to leave her pack's old lands. Of course, from there to here, she had become a monster of sorts, callous to what she had just done. Still there was a method to her madness, she had done the unspeakable, but still there was a simple balance there, a greater evil prevailed and a greater good would survive for it. Her's was god's work...and nature's plan.
She shuffled through the streets, looking a bit strung out all things considered, almost like a zombie, or at least...a well fed animal looking for a place to roost for the night.
Perhaps that was to Bel's advantage for now, because she was currently too full to care that the less than impressive human was trying his best to stalk her. The best part about this city was there was no shortage of stupid people readily available for a quick meal. She smirked a little, lapping up the rain that was starting to pool on her lips, she still wondered what the male was up to. A mugger? A rapist? Or just a general creeper...she hummed a bit. What did he want?
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Post by prince on Oct 16, 2009 19:08:21 GMT -7
A little longer he followed after her. Already seemingly bored with her, but he still had nothing better to do than follow a werewolf around the damp streets of London. Of course this new plan of his wasn't the greatest. Who knew if she would be hostile towards him or not.
He walked up beside her, getting a bit bolder in his actions he supposed. But he didn't care. He was bored! And half of him was hoping that she was bored as well.
He spun around and stopped facing her. "Hello there." He said, his voice medium pitched, much of that of a 16 year old boy. Because, despite the unique appearance that made him look much like a fruitcake, that's exactly what he was. A 16 year old boy trying to get his bearing straight. Though, being one of Izan's assassins wasn't too bad either.
A wicked smirk crossed his face, his eyes hidden behind his sopping wet blonde locks. The tiara on the top of his head seemed to almost glimmer in the rain. He walked backwards, keeping up with her, his movements graceful and quick. ((mostly because I don't know whether or not she would actually stop so I'm going the safe route here))
The innocence of a child, and yet, something more devilish than that. He needed a way into the impossible. Whether or not this woman would be that key was very difficult to tell. But still. As innocent as he could. He had to ask. The line that drove most of his prey insane.
"Won't you play with me?"
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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 18, 2009 9:55:30 GMT -7
When it appeared that some little teenager slipped out to meet her, Yzge'ek just frowned, she wasn't one to pick on children, but here it was, wanting something, and it wasn't even out of puberty.
"Hello there."
The young woman grunted in response to the blond, perhaps in a form of greeting, but her annoyance made it hard for her to really respond with words, she shot him a sharp blue eyed stare as she sized him up. Strange looking, tiara wearing, no doubt some sort of homosexual, truly not one that would pass on its genetics, probably for the best, he looked weak to her. Which made her smile ever so gently, since well, everything was weak in comparison to her.
For a moment, a pang of maternal instinct had stricken her heart, for an instant wondering what would leave this little predator baby out on the cold streets, but she shook it quickly, a slight hint of a growl in the back of her throat.
"I am very busy child, run along. Go home." she wasn't going to play his games, or call his bluff, to her he was just a mere human and thanks to that, he was below her notice. Like a pup to a mother...mewling at her feet.
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Post by prince on Oct 18, 2009 15:04:22 GMT -7
He grinned. "But Mi'lady. I have no home." Which was kind of true. He slept where ever he felt like it, usually in the houses of the people he killed. They usually led good lives. He walked along beside her, still backwards, but next to her. Which, for one, was odd. Like everything else he did.
"I hate the rain." He muttered. He glanced sideways at her, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, his hair falling out of his face. Human or not, he was certainly not weak, though many made the mistake of thinking that. He was a good fighter by far.
But that wasn't what was important to him right then. The important thing was that he had found some kind of weakness within her. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had found one. Whatever made her switch her moods so rapidly back and forth, the guilt, the sorrow. It was important to him to find out. After all, he figured she was a werewolf anyways. The scent of blood stuck to her closely.
And he hated werewolves. After all. That's why his parents sent him away. They didn't want him around, being that they were both werewolves anyways. He had to keep himself from getting giddy at the thought of there blood washing over his body. He shivered slightly, though to her, it might have seemed that it was because of the cold, rather than the murderous thoughts that ran constantly through his head.
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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 18, 2009 15:16:37 GMT -7
"But Mi'lady. I have no home."
"Shit is tough all over kid." Again, Yzge'ek was harsher than she needed to be with her words, her tone however, was not the guttural growl it had been before, but instead, the sweet voice of a young woman. "You'll survive. We all do." And if he didn't? Well, that was just one less body in the way. Of course, she didn't exactly say that out loud, but the apathy was displayed boldly with her body language.
"Now what do you want?"
All Yzge'ek really wanted was for the boy to cut to the chase, really, she wasn't one for games unless she was the one playing, as it was, his game was boring.
The woman cracked her knuckles and looked up at the rain, only for a moment before pinning her attention back at the tiny predator, she didn't like him, but for now, he posed little threat, but woe be to the little princess that tried anything with her. She smiled again, this time with a bit too much tooth, oh, that would be lovely.
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Post by prince on Oct 24, 2009 16:49:43 GMT -7
He grinned. "Nothing Mi'lady. Just here to be a bother. Didn't you know that?" He asked lightly, an almost sing-song tone in his voice as he walked backwards again. He didn't know why he did it, it just felt fun.
Soon enough, he pulled something out of his pocket, it didn't seem to be anything of interest, just a piece of paper. It had an address on it, but other than that, no name, only the address and the numbers 15:43. Probably a time. But he was getting just as bored with her as she was with him. He walked forward a bit, "accidentally" touching her arm. He grinned and apologized, then reverted to walking backwards.
This would be good. This would be very good. He was getting giddy again. Something that he hadn't felt in ages was welling up within him. This woman would do as he asked, whether she knew it or not. She was going to do exactly as he wanted.
"Mi'Lady? What are your plans for the evening?" He asked lightly. Seeing as how for the moment, he was bored. "Instead of a game, how bout a date? My treat. Anywhere you want."
Okay. So maybe a date to him was something else? Something beyond the normal meaning of it. Besides, he knew she would probably say no. After all. He was just a kid. What could he do? But still. Izan payed him well for what he did. Besides, he had time to kill before he had to be where he was supposed to be. What would be better than annoying a werewolf for awhile?
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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 25, 2009 11:25:43 GMT -7
Yzge'ek huffed, remembering that she looked much younger than she actually was. She grumbled, what was he getting at? He was far too...effeminate to be interested in anything most teenage boys were. She smirked slightly, turning to look at Bel some, so young...she had been pregnant with Averey when she was his age. It certainly made her look at this boy with a very strange look. She was his elder, even more so than her ten years, the experience was just not matched. She was certain.
Though the simple act of touch, made Yzge'ek recoil a bit, or maybe it was more Nadine than anything that didn't like that simple gesture, accidental or not, the female bristled, "Wuh..wuh..." it was most certainly the sound of an animal, but as quickly as it bubbled up, the sound was quelled.
Bel perhaps was not aware of the danger he was in. But Yzge'ek seemed uncharacteristically calm, "A...date?" This wasn't something she understood, no doubt from her isolation, and her slip into being more animal than man, but she wasn't even sure what the strange little male was asking. There was a bit of embarrassment somewhere in the blond, as she scratched at her head and blushed, tittering somewhat...fortunately it would be easy to think she was just awkward that someone would ask her out, not that she didn't understand what he was asking.
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Post by prince on Oct 27, 2009 16:03:37 GMT -7
He nodded. "A date." What his intentions were he wasn't sure. "You know. A date. Go out to dinner or something. Anywhere you want, whatever you want. My treat." He didn't know what to say about the animal noises, but he hadn't really expected anything less. He watched for more of a reaction after that, wondering if she was going to attack him and attempt to kill him there on the spot for even offering such a thing, or if she would accept. After all, like it has been said multiple times, He was Bored.
And boredom often did bad things to him. Okay, maybe not to him, but his good ideas were often bad for other people. Like killing for example. But he didn't feel like killing this beautiful creature. Yes, he had just called her a creature in his head. Not that she could hear his thoughts. He was really drifting off of the subject now. "So? What will it be? Will you go on a date with me?" Now, Bel wasn't exactly the type to date, but he needed something to do to keep him from going off into the woods and killing something at random.
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Post by Yzge'ek on Oct 27, 2009 16:35:52 GMT -7
Bel wasn't too far off by looking upon Yzge'ek as a creature, more than a human, the female would have even been charmed if she had known it. Even she saw herself more as a wild beast than a man. Again, she found herself glancing over the boy, this time with a bit more scrutiny, he was weird. Another predator, but still, a lesser one.
"You are very strange." She said it almost like a statement of fact, but also, somewhat using a gentler tone with Bel, which meant...she probably wasn't trying to insult him. She lacked that sort of tooth. After a moment of consideration, and pulling her wet hair out of her eyes she smiles...or at least it looked like a smile. "Coffee."
The way she said it wasn't a request. That was her decision, apparently she would take this effeminate adolescent up on his offer. Of his date. It seemed a quaint ritual if anything. Of course, she was interpreting it as a harmless courting gesture, and she would decline any amorous advances from Bel, not that she expecting any...she was still of the mindset that a male wearing a tiara was not a male that would sire any offspring in his lifetime.
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Post by prince on Oct 27, 2009 17:18:49 GMT -7
He took the strange thing as a compliment, after all, he aimed to be. At least that's what people told him. The first few times he had to insist his name was Bel, not Strange because people called him it way too often. He dipped his head. "Coffee it is then." He responded quietly, nearly bouncing down the street on the way to the coffee place. He didn't much like coffee, but they were bound to hot chocolate for him there. And they had the most amazing cookies. Besides, it was an opportunity to get out of this god forsaken rain!
They reached the place in shorter time than he had expected, mainly because he was bouncing to try and get out of it, a kind of, run walk. He got into the place and shook off, much like a dog and much to the dislike of everyone else who was getting splattered by his drops of water.
He removed his coat, which had kept him mainly dry and hung it lightly and very carefully, almost perfectly, over the edge of the booth. After all. Everything had to be perfect, like him. Though he was far from perfect, that was how he was. Strange. Just like she had said earlier. Just like they all said.
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Post by Yzge'ek on Nov 2, 2009 18:42:59 GMT -7
Yzge'ek traipsed along lazily, not bothering to keep up with Bel as he scampered around, to her, it was an inappropriate waste of energy and resources. But she did smile a little, when he had agreed with her decision of coffee.
When they came to the little cafe, she couldn't help but pause a bit, a new place, with a strange male, she couldn't help but check it out for a moment before entering. Bel's behavior made her huff slightly. Shaking himself. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought he was making fun of her. However, she knew he wouldn't have been that foolish,after all, who would be dumb enough to poke a sleeping wolf?
But still, she had to admit that the little human had the right idea, getting out of the rain, and getting dry was good. She grumbled slightly, and started to peel her coat off, however, given her cobbled together stolen wardrobe, it was hardly decent. The she-wolf was standing soaked to the bone in a pair of baggy jeans and a woefully thin tank top...nothing left to the imagination. Though it was not as though she had the modesty to care.
She stood for awhile snuffling happily and holding on to coat possessively, looking over the menu curiously before turning towards her company. "What are you having?" it seemed what most people asked one another in these situations, and she was generally curious what the male considered good.
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Post by prince on Nov 5, 2009 16:26:45 GMT -7
He looked her over, but didn't say much, just bounced over to the front counter. "uhh. A plate of those thingys to share. A hot chocolate for me, with some of that strawberry cream stuff, and whatever she wants." He waved his hand in her general direction, it had seemed that he was generally aware of this place, as if he had been there before, which he probably had, seeing as how the cashier lady knew him by name.
Once it was down to just her decision, he supposed he could get to know her a bit more, after all, what better than a hot cup of hot chocolate or coffee, and a plate of scones an biscotis. She could order the bagels or donuts if she preferred those instead, but Bel liked what he had ordered. "They will bring it to us when they are finished with the order." he mentioned, walking back over to the table he had set his coat down in.
He left her there to order, after all, it was an "I'm bored" date, not a "let's get to know each other better so taking you home to bed isn't so awkward" date. Not that he knew very much about the second of those options. After all, he wasn't very interested in anyone beyond the "I'm bored" standard.
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Post by Yzge'ek on Nov 7, 2009 14:28:34 GMT -7
Being gestured at Yzge'ek's head tilted a bit to the side, walking up to the counter and looking at the young male and the female at the cash register warily, they knew one another and the latter addressed Bel by name. Perhaps this was trap? She would welcome it if it was.
"Coffee, black, sugar." Her voice almost had a sweet canter to it, not nearly the gruff and primal sound it had been before. Someone was behaving herself, but then again, she rather liked to play the nice young girl. It suited her, it made people underestimate her.
It wasn't until they both got to the table that she finally let go of her soggy coat, laying it into an empty chair before sitting down with a nod towards Bel as he talked about a barista bringing their drinks. "Thank you." she was at least polite, surprisingly so for being nearly feral moments before. "However, I hope you don't have the wrong idea, I'm hardly in the mood to string you along, nor am I looking for a...boyfriend." For a moment there, she had almost said mate, but she knew better than to say such things around more mundane company.
"You may call me Nadine." Yzge'ek wouldn't dare give out the name she called herself to just anyone, however the more she spoke the more her accent started to come to the surface, but she seemed to also be more comfortable about speaking to the boy, "So, why were you following me?"
It seemed someone was cutting to the chase in her own blunt little way.
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