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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 22, 2007 19:11:12 GMT -5
Silas sat alone in his suite, breathing deeply the fresh air and letting the breeze from the ocean play across his face. He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the gathering stars and stretched lazily. The bungalow he had rented for the next two weeks was perfect. Situated on the beach and far from the bustle of Hong Kong, it was the perfect place for him to relax from his constant traveling and underworld dealings. he had tied up all his loose ends, and made sure he was untraceable; not even his most notorius of clients could find him. He was definatly looking forward to the next few days of his vacation. For the first time in months he had removed his chains and heavy trenchcoat, and reclined only in his white undershirt and slacks, his shoes loosly tied. he had never been so underdressed before, and he found the change fitting. he was going to be normal for the next few days; no assassinations, no fights with demons or vampires, and no investigating rumors just out of cuirosity. He toyed with a dagger in one hand, flipping it skillfully as he sipped his scotch, relaxing. Course, there was a little curiosity to his vacation. He didn't mean to fight anything for a while, but he had heard of some very interesting werewolves who supposedly lived around here. Considering his recent interest in the race, he decided any change to get close to them was worth taking. He sipped his glass again, and decided to enjoy his new abode a bit more. A few moments later he was back in full gear; coat and chains back on as he took a moonlit stroll down the beach, the cresent moon shining on the surf.
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 22, 2007 19:22:02 GMT -5
Lyrah had flown far and fast to get here. She was on the beach now, and her soul was at rest. There was nothing she liked more than the ocean. The surf was her friend, the crashing waves her heartbeat, her life. Through the years she had learned to savor these times at the sea; they came fewer and fewer now. Too many beaches were overpopulated. It was hard to find a place near the sea to be truly alone. She was in China, that much she knew, though her exact location she did not worry about. It was enough to be here in her true element, by the sea. Lyrah stood there, blue eyes gleaming like twin pools of the deep sea, the truest blue there was in the ocean. Her blonde hair curled down her back in a free cascade of honey colored warmth; the slight sea breeze played with the tendrils around her face. She closed her eyes, a slight smile playing across her face as she welcomed the crash of the waves and the hiss of the receding tide. Then they opened again and she began to walk down the seemingly empty beach. Her bare feet left a line of footprints in the damp sand, and the breeze blew against her pale turquoise dress, gently enveloping her toned calves as it flowed against her. She hummed a small song of no real consequence; not to entrance anyone, but just to enjoy the music that flowed through her head like a constant bubbling spring. Yes, Lyrah decided, it was nice to rest after a long flight.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 23, 2007 6:11:16 GMT -5
Silas kept walking down the beach until the lights of his home vanished. He knew he was open to practically everything, but simply didn't care tonight. He was absorbed in his thoughts of what he was going to do with his free time After so many years of hunting, killing, and generally being where he wasn't supposed to be, this was a dramatic change in pace. Maybe he would find himself a nice girl and settle down, he mused. Right. Like he was that bored with life. On a whim he closed his eyes as he walked, keeping the steady pounding of waves to his left. His coat rustled in the salty breeze, and the cool water dappled at his boots. He took a few steps away from the water's edge at that. He didn't exactly mind water, but it ruined his best clothes. He was about to continue his walk, but noticed the darkened figure of someone else up ahead, apparently doing exactly as he was and enjoying the solitude and sea. Guessing that he may as well start his vacationing early, he continued on, hoping to get a glance at whoever this stranger was.
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 23, 2007 8:49:21 GMT -5
Lyrah shortly became aware of another on her beach. Her eyes could see a figure by the ocean, walking as she was. Intruiging. Whoever it was had a powerful need for solitude, coming out this far. She wouldn't be surprised if he was hiding from someone or something. You never could tell these days. No matter. Lyrah brushed away the matter as if it were a speck on her creamy skin. Glancing surrepitously at the figure that constantly neared, she ascertained that it was male. Good. Then she could definitely handle him. She debated what to do. After a long flight, she was not in the mood to seduce anyone. She didn't really feel like getting him to do something outrageous either. For now, she decided, she would see what sort of person he was. As the line of footprints behind her stretched longer down the silver moonlit sands, she began to see the figure in more detail. Male, definitely. Strangely dressed, however, in a full coat and boots. Not exactly beachwear. This piqued her curiosity even more. Yes, she would talk to this man. Maybe find out what he was doing here. Lyrah liked to stay informed. Who knew what sort of things were happening in China?
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 23, 2007 20:40:10 GMT -5
Silas pondered the woman as she aproached. She was beautiful, more so then any woman he had ever seen before, and he had seen quite a few. The wind tugged at her clothes and hair in a way that seemed nature itself was competeing with her. Perfectly proportioned, and seeming to have not a care in the world, Silas was very nearly surprised at his blatant attraction to her. he felt as if he should have recognised her, but after glimpsing her radiance, with the spray of the sea glossing her hair into spun gold, he scraped that notion. INstead he focused on what she might have been doing here. It was very late, and he was far from the main cities of China. He had specifically choosen this place for its obscurity, and yet she was here. Perhaps she was also here for some relaxation, but a gnawing sense in the back of his mind told him he would be unwise to let it go merely at that. He fought for a proper meathod of addressing such a marvolous creature. He had never felt uncormfortable around woman before, but for some reason his wit had left him. As he came nearer, his awe of her increasing with every step, he settled on a polite bow, tipping his hat to her and offering a small smile.
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 23, 2007 22:53:10 GMT -5
Lyrah resisted smiling as he approached. She had obviously caught his attention, as always was the case with males, and he was intruigued. Well, she reciprocated the feeling. Her pure blue eyes avoided his slightly, not enough to be noticable, but enough so that she was not looking directly into his gaze. Lyrah did not want to try to seduce him; not yet, anyway. She did not bow in return, though it was not impolite. It was merely a matter of superiority; as a divine being she was above this mortal. Instead, she returned his smile, a slight dimple playing on her smooth cheeks. He interested her; few wandered on these beaches after dark, and he was certainly not dressed like he wandered the ocean shores often. After a few seconds of sizing him up, she finally spoke. "What brings you to the edge of waters so late?" she asked, her voice sweeter than honey and smooth as silk. Lyrah had deduced that he was either a hunter or a hunted; his dark coat, boots, and generally ready-to-fight demeanor indicated that. Though he did not seem to actively be running or hunting, merely walking as if looking for something of interest. Well, she mused, he had certainly found it.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 24, 2007 16:19:58 GMT -5
Silas was aware of the womans gaze roaming over him, and he was suddenly reminded of a side of beef being sold at a market somewhere. He straightened at her voice, the sound entrancing and musical, considering how to reply. Something about that voice...it pulled at his memory. Nevertheless, this woman, this very beautiful woman he corrected, had asked him a qusteion, and as a general servant to all of the fairer sex, he had to reply. "Merely taking a walk, if that is acceptable. I'd ask the same of you, but clearly you're doing the same." He responded curtly, tipping his hat to her. He knew he must have looked very foolish; he was still in his coat and boots after all. But no point in explaining that to her. He noticed again that she was looking at him curiously, almost demanding answers from him without words. Curiosity he himself felt towards this woman. "Can i know the owner of such beauty? I don't mean to enjoy such pleasureable company until I can properly thank you for it..."
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 24, 2007 20:15:36 GMT -5
A slow, full smile crept across Lyrah's smooth face. At least this human knew how to address females in a properly flattering manner. Her blue eyes sparkled like aquamarine gems from the depths of the mountains, pure and untouched by any flaw. "You may call me Lyrah," she revealed, flashing him a pearly white smile, "and what is it that you are called?" This stranger intruiged her; she wished to know more. And her would tell her more one way or another. Preferably on his own accord, but she had no qualms enticing him to do so. This was the thing one must know about males: all had their weaknesses. And she was definitely a weakness to all of that gender. "So," she asked silkily, "are you a hunter or the hunted?"
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 24, 2007 20:37:30 GMT -5
Silas's eyebrows rose at her questions. He had to give her credit where it was due; she was perceptive. Clearly she had made her own assumptions as to why he was there, and so dressed. His smile was sly and approving. She was a very interesting person, this Lyrah. One he was going to have fun getting to know. He gave her another bow, much deeper this time, sweeping his hat from his head with a flourish. "I am Silas, my lady. Seeing as how you so obviously know about those darker worlds..." He produced a dagger from up his sleeve and held it up for her to see. "I'm only a simple bystandard. I hunt when I'm called to do so by others; be that human or otherwise. For now, however, I am partaking in some very comfortable rest and relaxation." He gave his explination calmly, and slipped his dagger away when he was finished. No doubt, intellegent and clever as she was, Lyrah knew he more hidden aboout his person. But he refused to go for them; there was no need to use suc force with someone so entertaining and interesting as she was. He stood back from her a bit, and his eyes took on a more stern light as he observed her, eiwing her in light of her knowladge of the darker races. He definatly liked what he saw there; of course he would never admit that. "And yourself, Lyrah? Are you a hunter yourself, or perhaps, or a radiant example of prey? I find it strange that you walk so freely while being such a model of female perfection..."
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 24, 2007 21:19:44 GMT -5
Lyrah enjoyed this man's company. Unlike most males, he had intelligence and was obviously strong enough to withstand being hunted or hunting. She appreciated that, and it earned him a bit of her respect. Not much, but more than most males had. This Silas was obviously a bit surprised by her perceptive nature. Well, if he'd been around since the beginning of time like her, he'd probably have figured out most of the human race, among other things, by now. Lyrah was not surprised that he carried a knife; most did these days. Not her. Lyrah debated over telling him her true identity. At this point in her life, she felt no embarassment about it. However, she wanted to talk further to this Silas, so she opted against scaring him off. "I am a hunter of sorts, I suppose you could say. I walk freely because I have no reason to fear," she stated cooly. Lowering her voice a bit, she looked directly into his eyes, her deep blue gaze sparkling with some hidden secret. "I am untouchable," she said smoothly.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 25, 2007 18:58:34 GMT -5
Silas smiled at those words, his mind whirling with ideas. This beautiful woman had to have some reason for her confidence, and he took that at its face value. Why else would she be walking so unhindered? And she had barely blanched when he had produced a knife; she was no ordinary woman. But her perfect proportions could have told him that much. He tipped his hat to her again. She was a bit unnatural, he had to admit. since unnatural was his job, the unknown his food as it were, he made a mental note to investigate her much more throughy before the night was over. Perhaps deduce if she was even human; and he was very seriously considering the possibility that she wasn't. Her demenous and stance...hell, everything about her bespoke of a calmer, more ancient and mysterious essence then any human could have obtained. Maybe it was time he ended his walk for the night. "Is that so? I will be frank with you, Miss Lyrah; you are a most interesting person. One of the most delightful and sensual mysteries I have ever had the honor of trying to solve. I would very much hope you allowed me to try and solve that mystery..."
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 25, 2007 20:13:44 GMT -5
"I enjoy frankness," she stated with a smile, "but I am much more interested in solving the mystery of you than you are in figuring out what I am." This man was an enigma; usually most humans were not so interested in the affairs of others. Definitely a hunter then, despite what he might say about being a bystander. Few bystanders would come as far as China to rest. Silas might be useful, very useful indeed. "If I did not give you permission, I doubt you would stop trying to solve me," she pointed out, moving closer. Her aquamarine dress swirled about her like the waves hissed around the rocks on the shore, defining her against the deep gray-green of the salty night water. Leaning her head closer to his, she gazed into his eyes, smiling slightly. "And how would you propose figuring me out?" she asked cunningly, her voice low and sultry.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 26, 2007 17:57:20 GMT -5
Silas smiled at the beautiful temptress, and he allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of her curves and contours silhouetted against the pounding sea behind her. The scene was startilingly similar to the ancient frescos and mosaics of the sirens or succubi from greece or rome. He found the comparison appropriate; she had certainly captivated him. "If I do manage to figure you out, Lyrah, I hope it will because I have pleased you enough to have you tell me of your own accord. So really, my dear, you should be asking what it is that you want from me, so that I may trade your pleasure for knowledge of the secrets you undoubtibly hold." He reached into one pocket and brought forth a tiny, golden spun rose bought from one of the many kiosks around Hong Kong, holding in gingerly in a gloved hand for her. He knew it was hardly appropriate or even worthy of the woman he offered it to, but was more in part to set the mood he was most comfortable with. It would be nothing more then a message to her, he knew that, for no wman of her extraordinary caliber could think much of a mortal man like himself. He only hoped he would be able to learn more of this woman he had come to think so highly of.
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 26, 2007 19:40:39 GMT -5
For a few timeless moments, Lyrah gazed into his eyes. They were green; the color of earth and the sea, the midpoint between two different worlds. But she looked deeper. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul; Lyrah was an expert reader of souls. Silas was dangerous, she gathered, though not a pure powerful danger, such as a kingly lion ruling the sahara, but a stealthier, faster, more cunning danger, like a fox slinking through the lush woods of old. Out of his eyes no distinctive good or evil shone; this attracted the beautiful Lyrah. Those who were expressly dark or light bored her, for they were too clean cut and there was not much to them. The one who walked the line spoke of a precarious, venturing soul. Wordlessly, Lyrah delicately extended a hand and plucked the flower from his gloved hand with slender fingers, silently accepting his tribute. Breaking the stare, she inspected the small flower. It was gold of fair quality, though not the purest gold she had ever seen. Then again, Lyrah had seen the purest of gold when the earth was young, when men were men and the fury of the seas was untamed by human pride. Still, it was a pretty trinket, spun well and almost perfect in detail. Holding it higher, she let the pale light of the waning moon linger on the filgree petals, throwing the amber lines into sharp contrast with the glimmering blanket of night. Interesting choice, giving her a rose, the flower of love. With a soft smile, Lyrah let him know she approved of his gift. Her soft hair, the color of pure honey held to the light, softly curled in the whispering kiss of the sea breeze. The elements worked with Lyrah, embraced her. She was their friend, and they were hers. This was the thing most humans did not understand; they were intruders when they attempted to tame the weather. The skies bowed before no mortal. Lyrah, still gazing up at the flower, softly said, "You are an interesing man, Silas, hunter of the night. What is it you seek out of life?"
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 26, 2007 20:10:35 GMT -5
There was really nothing that he could do now, not after that stare. Silas grinned. Lyrah had such exceptional eyes, he had very nearly missed what it was she had been doing. It made all the questions whirling in his head that much more focused and wild, the tiny fragments of her puzzle fluttering like leaves. She had read him quite throughly, he stated to himself. He had no doubt about that now, not seeing her standing there, bathed in the natural splendor of nature. He smiled, looking her up and down one more time, burning the memory of such a natural and exotic presence into his mind. He knew that should he travel the world and solve all the mysteries and questions it could present to him, never would he find a more ancient and perfect sight. Lyrah truly was untouchable, in the greatest sens of the word. He really had to stop being so lazy; he had never had to re-think his initial opinions of the same person three times. She was more entrancing then he thought even she knew, at least to him. "Knowledge, of course. To free the feebled and immperfect human mind from the containing bonds that lie within its soul. Knowledge enough to satisfy a more carnal craving then curiosity; I seek to discover more and more mysteries and have the honor of solving them. However, the only mystery i seek to unravel now would be why you, Lyrah, an immortal and timeless beauty, are currently trying so hard to find out more about a simple assassin taking a moonlit walk..."
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