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stars_guide_my_steps: Dark eyes remained fixated on the man before her as she backed up slowly until she came in contact with the wall at the end of the alley; her parcels laying scattered on the ground before her. There was something both exciting and frightening about the man with hair and features much diffrent from her own. He'd just appeared out of seemingly nowhere, like some sort of manifestation of the negritude darkness around her. Was this a dream? Or was he some sort of Lord of the Night? It had occured to her vaguely she should scream..shout..something instead of standing there like a frightened rabbit wishing the wolf wouldn't make a snack out of her. What did he want from her? Money? Her groceries? He could have them as she had no cash on her person and cleared her throat several times to let
stars_guide_my_steps: him know of this. "S-Sir..?"She asked, voice trembling as her eyes never once broke contact with his. "I am..but a poor maid..."She explained as though he couldn't tell this by looking at her. "But....take what you want...just.....don't kill me."She begged, hands flat against the stone surface of the wall as the night air bit through the thin fabric of her simple robe and caused certain parts of her anatomy to perk at the introduction to the cold. She had been so much more than what she was now...but misfortune had caused her family to do what they felt was best and sell her to an Okiya so that she'd have a chance at a better life as creatures of a dark nature were growing more and more bold in the countryside from which she hailed. And what manner of creature was he?
stars_guide_my_steps: "I...I have little to nothing to offer.."She whispered softly as her heart beat loudly in her chest.
This_Dark_Einherjar: Of a dark nature? Now what would or have given this woman that idea? Perhaps it was his style or color of his dirty blonde hair? The way it was spiked here and there? No, how about his eyes; or his sense of dress? It could be related to the two great swords in which he carried in sling-like sheaths. His attention had even barely recognized the presence of another living creature, so it was by her won doing, her own fault that she now gave herself away. Heightened senses caught the sound of her loudly beating heart, which forced a rush of precious life through veins hidden beneath the skin. A network of blue blood that ran like a river stream with echoes of he past, memories, and power. A slight chuckle fell from oh such sweet parting lips, where slighly longer than average canines resided. " My aren't we trying to be flattering."
stars_guide_my_steps: Flattering? No, she wanted to live even as her eyes kept locked on his predatory gaze..never once making a move away from the wall as though it would keep her safe somehow. When her eyes caught sight of the flash of fang, the beating of her heart increased and her fingertips pressed themselves into the brick canvas behind her while tendrils of dark hair spilled around her shoulders. "F-flattery...will get you everywhere."She managed to peep in an attempt at humor, and perhaps, if she flattered this creature enough, he would let her live. Despite the danger he radiated, he was a handsome fellow--or perhaps that is what all creatures of the Night wanted you to think before they moved in for the kill.
This_Dark_Einherjar: It was too bad she assumed and thought wrong. Not that he knew what she was thinking; but he knew how well people reacted when and if they thought of him as one of the creatures that stalked the night. It was something he believed only in his own thoughts; his own mind, that he was one, but that was not the case. " It may with others," he said with a simple tone and turned his eyes, looking about, from side to side and then back again. Those eyes which now stared her down, were a blue sapphire in color and yet around each pupil there was a tiny, but faint outline of a red-scarlet pulse. Humor was lost upon him. Some say that he never achieved the knowledge or had it stripped away along with his humanity; but those were merely just heresay, rumors of course. He appeared human, just any other. Or did he? " Now what shall we do with you. Hmmm?"
stars_guide_my_steps: Do with her? "D-do with me?"She repeated, feeling a strange mixture of fear and something else curl in her belly; like an introduction of hot and cold wind before being thrown into a lukewarm sea. Those eyes of his were almost hypnotizing as she slowly slid along the length of the wall, making sure to keep herself flat against it's surface as though having it at her backside made her feel more secure until she reached a corner and gasped. What did he want from her? There were rumors that if you made the sign of the cross, creatures such as he couldn't touch you. So slowly she brought her right hand up and began to slowly make the sign of the cross to errect an invisible barrier based on ignorant country superstition to keep herself safe.
This_Dark_Einherjar: He only watched for the moment, the way she was trying to proect herself; as she slid down the wall, but that is where he would come to interupt her. Not with words but the given gasp she released could have been out of the suprised to know or to have witnessed that in a single blink; a blur of where reality seemed to lose just a hint of focus, that he was placing a black gloved hand against the wall, just across from the corner, to keep her from further sidling along. He sort of rolled his eyes as she drew the imaginary figure of a cross before her, as some sort of magic shield which would only repell vampires. " Ancient superstitions. Do I look like a vampire? Perhaps running and or holy water...how do you manage to survive with being so sheltered," his voice was almost a mockery against all such ignorance.
stars_guide_my_steps: The close proximitiy of them both caused her lips to part but no sound came out as she stared up into his beautiful but predatory face. In all honesty, he did look like a vampire with the fangs and the strange eyes..but she found herself rendered mute as her dark eyes danced from the glove that prevented her from going any further and his face and back again. And were she to answer his question..what would he do? Grow angry at her stupidity? Should she say nothing? "I..suppose...I shall have to have someone educate me."She replied in a slightly firm tone, though it quaked on the edges a bit.
This_Dark_Einherjar: " Someone to educate you...That can be arranged," he said with a bit of a more wicked chuckle. Perhaps with the end lash of a whip; to crack against the air, to render flesh from bone each and every time her assumption or answer was wrong? Those leather gloved fingers groaned with protest as he shifted them, drawing each in turn away from the wall and placing hsi hand upon the hilt of his right handed sword; Lamentation. As if he pondered on pulling the blade runeblade from its so called sheath; which left most of the blade and its wickedness in design be seen. Or how about melting down her flesh for the Vats beneath Master Radu's aerie; where her skin would be used as liquid material for the construction of warrior creatures for battles yet to be fought and won. He cupped his chin with his left hand in brief and momentary thought.
stars_guide_my_steps: And why did those words seemingly hold the implications that her fate was sealed and doom neared ever present like Death waiting patiently for the Lady with his carriage of Immortality. Swallowing hard, she caught the sound of the leather creaking and moaning as he reached for the sword at his side and boldy did she cover his hand with hers as the resolution to live filled her features and replaced the fear. "You don't need to kill me."She whispered in a respectful tone, keeping her eyes lowered out of respect for him while her heart beat faster. "What..what purpose would my death serve? I am no one..."As she bowed her head slightly to show him further obeiance. "Take what you wish from me...but leave me my life for it is all I have.."
This_Dark_Einherjar: His eyes had narrowed into nothing more than slits as she willingly placed her hand over his own. It was a bold and risky move, from which he released his fingers from around the leather wrapped hilt and with what could only be described as nothing more than a simple gesture, is to sntach away his hand and clamp it down hard upon her wrist, to pull it out toward the side and use the wall for support as he would make the gesture fof pushing her further against it. " I've killed men for far less," he said with now a seething hiss. if all she had was her life then it wasn't much. Somethng otherworldly burned behind his eyes. He took a step back and allowed his grip ( if so accepted ) to relax, and would release her wrist. " And what if it's your life I require? What then? Beg and plead; Grovel as you do now to be spared?"
stars_guide_my_steps: Before she'd been thrown into this life of servitude, she was the only and cherished daughter of a minor country noble, but attacks from preternatural creatures and the death of her brothers due to the war had caused her father and mother to send her away so that she wouldn't be witness to their demise as their once grandiuer house crumbled. And it was a spark of that pride that came to alight her eyes as he slammed her into the wall and spoke of killing for lesser offenses and then of the possibility of wanting her life. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she allowed him to witness the pride she had once had from her noble birth as her shoulders squared and chin raised high. "If that is what you want, then there is next to nothing I can do to stop you, Sir."She replied in a curt tone.
stars_guide_my_steps: "But that is only if you truly want it. I will not beg nor will I grovel. I merely ask that you let me live for my own selfish reasons."She corrected him as she waited for him to strike her for her impudence or to kill her for being so outlandishly bold.
This_Dark_Einherjar: So there was a spark of something inside of her after all. Hmm now this was a bit more interesting. He read it in her tone, her eyes, and the way in which she had spoken back. Such actions would have clearly warranted a good smack, even death on occasion. It was hard to fight his natural or unnatural impulses and drew his hand up as if to hit her and to hit her hard, by the mere motion of his hand, as he brought it down, but stopped only a hair away from the left hand side of her face. " It would be a shame to a bruise...what would people think," he shot back with and turned away, taking a few steps in the opposite direction, showing her his back, as might a feline. So she had her own selfish reason for wanting to live? Was it so, or was she merely using and or saying the right words to avoid further punishment?
stars_guide_my_steps: She was ready for the blow only to have it stop a hair's breath from the side of her face only to have him turn his back on her and make as though to leave. So what was it that caused her to stumble after him? To reach out as though these steps had been long ago dictated in some sort of melodrama written by the Gods? And as she faltered and nearly fell into him only to catch herself, she placed a hand on the side that would have been struck had he not changed his mind at the last moment. Yes, she had her own selfish reason to live because she hoped deep down to see her mother and father one more time if they hadn't already passed on as her brothers had.
This_Dark_Einherjar: Mayhaps she had a deathwish deep down inside that she was unaware of possessing? Why else would she have stumbled after him, almost falling into him, though seemingly to catch herself at the very last and possible moment? A sort of defiant laugh arose from his mouth, it echoed through the dark alleys like some madman cracked out on some new designer drug. " You're hopeless..." he said and turned his head back, just enough, so that he could look back over his left shoulder. " Are you about finished? Or have you decided to grovel yet?" Beyond this little scene, the sounds of screams tore through the open night. The sound of armor rattled, flesh split open and peeled away, those screams of others being rounded up and taken back through the portal to be used and sold as slaves. " Or would you join the rest of this pathetic Realm and be sold as useful flesh?"
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