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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 7, 2007 9:31:16 GMT -5
Silas sighed, wiping clean his knife lazily, the blood disappearing from its polished surface. He was reclining comfortably in an Egyptian hotel, the room furnished remarkably well for it being on this side of town. The cotten drapes wafted on a breeze from the open balcony, stars winking in the blackened sky of night. Far off in the distance he could spy the pyramids, the great Sphinxs, and beyond that the Valley of kings further down the country's lifeblood of the Nile. How he loved Egypt. So many cluses and mysteries to solve here, and since his turning, he had found it a wonderful place to try his new power. For a few months now he had taken to roaming the desert sands as a wolf, loving the feel of his new form and the power it gave him. He had to watch himself; he was spending more and more time transformed, and he was beginging to favor it over his human skin. His sense were mildly dulled by the change, but he found comfort in the fact that he could feel the wild beast in him at all times. A groan from the corner brought him back from his silent revarie. His newest mark. he was being paid eighty thousand for this job, so he had best do it right. He stood up, the chains he had allowed to hand free clicking ominously, his coat floating with the curtains. Crumpled in a corner was a older human, probably in his death throes already; blood was seeping from under a clean hold in his side, and lengths of Silas's chains held the mans hands back behind him. Silas walked over, stepping lightly around the blood so as not to soil his boots, an kenlt down to look the man in the face. He vaugly remembered the man as one Barlous Carponde, a shiping baron gone too friendly with the terrorists that seemed to be popping up everywhere. Silas didn't much care for the man himself, but it was another job in a long string of jobs. He laid the man gently down on floor, and watched slowly as he died from loss of blood. Never one to cause undo suffering, Silas had seen no need to silence th mans groans as the process continued. When it was done, the assassin cleaned-up, hiding any trace of his being there, and arranging the "murder" into a "planned suicide". Pleased with his work, he collected his proof of deminse, a ring from Barlous finger, and stepped out onto the balconey to survey the city of Cairo. Beautiful. Hot, full of sand, merchants, harems, and all sort of colorful bonanzas, but beautiful to him. he brough forth to his memory a picture of a certain werewolfess, remembering how hw had thought her beautiful too. He was too found of beauty, he chuckled to himself.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 7, 2007 18:46:55 GMT -5
Namir trodded across the streets of Egypt. It'd been a while since she'd gotten away from Pete and Jarrod, and now she had it all to herself. Lately she'd felt so vulnerable, she'd been the damsel in distress countless times, and now it was really starting to get to her, she wanted her independance back. Sometimes she felt as if Arai looked down on her because she was always getting into trouble, and she needed to prove to everyone that she could do it, that she could be just as strong as any of the rest of them. Namir fumbled around the street, she had someone to look for in particular. Standing in the middle of the street, in her normal boots, ripped jeans, and a tight faded System of A Down tshirt, the breeze touseled her hair. Relaxed, she took in a deep breath. She caught the scent, a smirk spread to her face. The scent of rum intermingled with blood and a metallic smell tripped her memory, she thought of Silas, her fingers toyed with a box pendant that was hanging on a thin silver chain that rested the pendant between her breasts. Her scent traced her eyes about a hundred feet to the balcony where she saw a slim figure, standing, with a smug smile on his face. Projecting to him and she velvetly called to him Silas.....
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 7, 2007 20:09:53 GMT -5
Silas recognised the mental calling, the feel and exuding calm in that call pulling him even more then the owner of the though. He looked down to the street, smiling, and saw the face of his creator shining back in the dim lights. He looked exactly as she had when they had first met, minus her leather jacket, but looking as entrancing and calm as ever. He gave a small wave with his hat, his way of saying hello, before simply hopping over the balcony railing to land in the street below, pulling his chains in and around him in the lucid movement. "Its been a while, Miss Black. " He said, faking formalities amd forcing his voice into a stern note. "I'd have though you'd forgotten all about me." He walked over to her, still smiling as he had in as many days, and gave a huge bow before her, sweeping back up and catching her hand to plant a kiss on it. He mused with the idea of telling her she tasted similar to ripe pineapple, but knew better then to try such a ridiculous come-on. He looked her over, noticing the box-pendant she wore now, so delicately placed. He was sure she had put it there merely for him to stare at. He gave her a genuine smile this time, and taking a deep breath, implanted the memory of her scent into his brain. Sweet, almost smoky, and comforting, it was, and he found it fitting. "How have you been?" He said, dropping his usual airy tone. he preffered being more honest with her then most other people.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 8, 2007 8:07:54 GMT -5
"Indeed it has, Mr. Bloodthunder," Namir replied just as formally as Silas had. "When the person you're looking for is darting about the country on various missions its hard to keep up." Gently she rested her hand in his as he kissed it in greeting, and removed it to place by her side. Namir had to check up on her prodige, unlike she was to Pete, Silas wasn't with Namir all the time to keep an eye on. The heavier smell of fresh hot blood flooded into her nose suddenly, her eyes widened for a quick second, and her brow scrunched slightly as she looked back to Silas. Quickly she scanned his latest memories, she'd seen what he'd done, she'd done it to make sure it was him, and not anything worse. "You've been here on a job.." Normally she wouldn't say anything, she knew about Silas' darker past, but wasn't aware he'd be continuing it in the future. "You know, you could be using your skill for something better Silas, there is a war going on remember?" Namir now folded her arms over her chest defensively but not huffily, she was still managing to keep her calm cool collected status, her voice not even indicating her disappointment. "Is there somewhere we can go that's a little more private?" She indicated to the public streets, she needed to talk to him about a couple things, and in the middle of the street wasn't the place.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 8, 2007 22:14:23 GMT -5
Silas didn't have to try out his newfound telepathy to note how disapproving Namir was of his work. He sighed at that notion. He should have known better. "I have a reputation to keep, however black it is." He said simply, bowing and hoping she took it as an efficent apology; he really didn;t want to upset her. He looked back up at her, grinnning as only he could, sly and sardonic, and this one was as honest as he could manage. "You do look good, Namir. I've missed the intellegent company in the past weeks. I'm sorry if my human habits kept me from being at your side, which I really consider to be too much of a nusiance to you." He started, realizing he was talking far too much; she had probably only just arrived for all he knew, and babbeling about how much he had missed her scent, eyes and everything else he found attractive simply wasn't good manners. He stepped to her side, bowing again, wondering if she at all approved of his fawning over her. "I'm afraid where I reside now is a bit far away. I'm sorry, but sometimes my "job" keeps me out of the more rural areas."
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 10, 2007 10:17:51 GMT -5
"Why do you waste such skill on humans though? You can retain your blackened reputation in our realm." Namir sighed, giving up at this point to argue, she'd make her point in another way later. "We'll continue this conversation at your place," she replied, eagerly nudging him with her elbow.
Not sure if he knew what she was thinking, she darted into the dark alley with the same childish smile of eagerness on her face. Namir loved to be in her wolf form, she loved the majestic feel it pushed over her skin, the wind combing the waves of her fur, everything. Having already undressed quickly before Silas could turn the corner, she tied one of her hair elastics around the roll of her clothing, stuffing her jewelery in one of her pockets, this would make it easier to carry by mouth. The vibrating sensation started in her toes and gravitated upward and outward in her limbs, followed by a delightful burn that ripped through her body with animalistic speed, the howl of her spirit wolf echoed through her chest triumphantly. Happily changed Namir ran out of the alley with all of the speed she could muster, feeling the smooth concrete beneath her paws. Namir rejoiced to the moon, she howled her song in earnest. Now, it was Silas' turn.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 10, 2007 18:36:26 GMT -5
Silas laughed alouad at Namirs playful mannerisms and sudden change. It really helped lift his spirits that she could so forgive him. In truth, he was still trying to feel somewhat human. He found the raging animal that lurked inside him now wild and dangerous, and although the power and amazing ablilities it offered him seemed limitless in his mind, it was still an animal; and every animal had its urges. "I always seem to just barely miss seeing you naked." he joked to Namir, chuckling. Like when they had first met, he hoped she wasn't in his mind at that moment; but didn't mind at all if she was. Laughing, he shrugged off his coat, the mass of chains around his body looking like a vest of woven steel in the light. UNlike her, Silas had no problem undressing with company around, and in moments had begun his own change, his clothes and chains balled tightly next to him. He felt the exilirating rush of power that always preceeded the change, that animal and carnal beast of the wolf inside howling with abandon as it was released to fill him. White fur burst all at once, his bones changing in a sudden tide of filling strength. When he came down from the power-induced high, he casual fipped one loop of his chain over his shoulder, and walking on all fours, stood dignified beside his creator, wearing a look that, had he been human, would have said all too plainly that even as a wolf he thought her indescirbably beautiful.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 10, 2007 21:25:51 GMT -5
Such an exhibitionist, Silas. Namir had done the polite thing and turned her back to him as he transformed. She doted proudly on his wolfen form, she'd never seen him morphed and it made pride stiffen in her chest at seeing her friend and prodige sit in front of her as majestic as he was. So, lead the way. Nudging him with her cold wet nose, she realized how much they stood out against each other. The silky black of her fur against his coarse white, he had inherited that trait from Pete, however, Namir was the oddball of Pete's prodiges. Namir's mind drifted more to herself.. 'So if Jarrod and I had a baby would its fur be white, black or charcoal? Oh god, did my mind just go there? ... was that a good sign?' Namir's breathing quickened as she shook the thought from her head. She needed to be distracted.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 10, 2007 22:01:52 GMT -5
Silas noted Namir's moment of hesitation. something was up, he knew, and he suddenly very much wanted to know what. Its not too far off. Then we can talk about whatevers troubling you. he imparted simply, before starting off into the darkened streets, letting his new body move as quickly as it dared. He knew namir would have no trouble keeping up. He was a litt worried, as he ran through the maze of backalleys and side streets, that someone would spot them. Wolves in Egypt would be huge news; questions would be asked. After spending ten years devoted to assassination, Silas wanted questions were avoided as often as possible. When he thought about it though, he didn't really have any reason worry. He was looking forward to sharing another night with his creator, and learning more about the werewolfess. He smiled, or as much as his canine muzzle would allow him to. Maybe his trip wouldn't be just for business. Namir was right, there was a war going on; and wars meant killing. Wars meant chances to prove superiority, and that was something Silas liked most.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 10, 2007 22:38:41 GMT -5
We have many things to talk about. Its nothing big. Namir followed after Silas as he ushered off through the streets, staying an inch behind him. With it being dark she blended in quite well to the night's atmosphere. Her mind was quieted now, she was unsure if Silas had inherited her special abilities, and instead of ironically searching his mind to find out, she'd ask him later in her conversations. Part of her worried about him, ever since the night they met they hadn't really seen each other or talked, she felt irresponsible for just letting him go without any supervision. When she left him in his apartment he had no direction other than those that were instinctual as to his abilities, she wasn't there to answer his questions, or step in on fight between a drunken over-estimating Silas who was trying to pick on mature vampires. Quietly their nails tapped on the concrete as they continued with stealth onward towards Silas' place.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 12, 2007 21:33:09 GMT -5
It didn't take too much more running to reach his hotel, and Silas showed the way up to his balconey by means of a cluttered backalley. The boxes and fireescapes made a veritable ladder up and into his cornerstone room, and in thier wolfen forms, the trip was almost too easy. It was the usual kind of egyptian room; cotten adorned everything, with patterned obsidian furniture and gold-inlaid floors. It was simple, but with simplicity came use and beauty, and Silas admired that. Egypt was a wellspring of ideas and mysteries; and he adored that too. He dropped his clothes and chains in the corner on top of his suitcase, and then hopped onto the cusioned couch, lounging comfortably and not bothering to tranform back. He chuckled to himself; he really was getting too used to this. Make yourself at home here. He thought to her. Fortunatly tonight was my only night of business. I'm yours for the next couple days if thats how long you plan on staying.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 12, 2007 22:45:43 GMT -5
Namir followed Silas up into his apartment, and breathed in the clean scent of the room. She took note of the bathroom to the left side of the room, and quickly ducked in. I'm going to go change. In truth, she'd been reckless about transforming in front of Silas, she needed to be more careful. In the bathroom she transformed and put on her clothes, and washed her face with some soap by the sink. Her black hair was frazzled, and her eyes tired, she hadn't been sleeping lately and it'd taken a toll on her. A few minutes later, Namir exited the bathroom and was back in the midst of Silas. Namir sunk into a chair opposite of Silas, to better face him. The comfort of the cushions of the chair relieved her aching muscles, she didn't often get to relax and whenever the chance was given she lept at it. She waited for Silas' attention, they had much to talk about in terms of lycanthropy.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 19, 2007 19:35:39 GMT -5
Silas yawned, not really noticing when Namir changed. Somehow thinking of namir in an other way then a very attractive friend was a matter Silas wasn't used to handeling. Never mind that. Just from the way she had been acting this whole time, esspecially back in the alley, he knew she wanted to do some serious talking. That was fine with him; he was very interested as to why she had gone through all the trouble to come find him. Got something on your mind, do you? He thought, knowing she could hear. You look good, so i don't think you're in any danger. Which means you're here for business. Which means I 'm needed for something. Which means it involves the supernatural. Which means I am more then willing to do whats wanted. He laid back, letting his tail dance as it wished. Once again he had invited her back to his home. If he had a human mouth he would have laughed aloud. He couldn't think of another person who had done that twice and lived afterwards. Maybe he war growing soft. He had a sudden longing to taste warm blood, and could almost feel its heady smell fill his nose. A tempting idea, to go and kill someone right now, but that wouldn't be right or fair to his guest.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 8:50:59 GMT -5
"Silas.." she said letting a slight stern tone enter her voice. "That brings me to what we need to talk about." Namir pulled her legs up into the chair. Pulling one of her butterfly knives out she toyed with it, flipping it open and closed as she spoke. "I'm worried about you. I haven't been a good enough mentor for you," she spoke softly. " I need to know, what you're eating, how bad your bloodlust is, and how often you're staying a wolf." Namir had been over this in her mind, and she'd heard of men running from their former lives and transforming once and never transforming back again. The devastated men would trap themselves in their wolf form until they came to die. "I don't want you to be the terrorist of Egypt, Silas. We aren't like the vampires, we can't just suck the life from people left and right. We have to have morals." Silas' had a dull shine to it in the light, and it reminded her of snow, the soft powdery kind you used to dream of as a little kid. It reminded her that now even more so, Silas' innocence as a human was gone, he now was destined to roam the earth as he was with the rest of the pack as a creature of hell than live a normal human life. Now that she thought of it, Namir was sad that she had taken his life from him however dark it was.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 20, 2007 18:35:51 GMT -5
Silas understood her words, and knew also how much she was opening herself up for him. That was what drove the warning home. He hesitated, thinking. No one had ever cared for him enough to check on him before; certainly not his family, and with his occupation, friends didn't exist. He smiled inwardly to himself. Namir was good at imparting emotions he thought he'd never feel again. I'm sorry i worried you then. He thought, and he did meant it. And i am sorry you had to walk in on my work; its not something I like letting people seeing. He hopped down from the couch, walking over to his coat and chains, and swinging them over his back before heading to the bathroom and changing himself. When he was done he picked right back up, depositing his hat and chains on the curtained bed without pause. "Tonight was something i had to do; my sister for once decided to call on me. A long story not worth telling, but moving on to more important things..." He smiled at her. "I havn't changed too much, lately. A few nights a month mostly, and never consecutivly. Its been mostly to get used to my new existance, which i'm starting to find has more holes in it then perviously thought." He didn;t want to upset Namir by saying that his bloodlust, while barely tempered while human thanks to his lifestyle, was almost impossible to control now. Twice he had had to kill rabbits and coyotes out on the dunes to keep himself from killing someone in the city. as dark as his life was, he refused to kill when it wasn't needed; but his animalistic urges were exteremely persuading. everything he had done without while human suddenly need priority. To kill, to hunt, hell even to mate. It was agitating, and frightening.
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