Esteban had left his vampire friend alone. Everyone had to do something different of their lives. He shook his head, trying to think about something else. But he could not. Her black hair, her deep blues eyes, her white skin. He could not hink about nothing else but her.

He layed on a tree branch, the rapy of sun warming the surroundings. What should he do? What could he do? She was not that bad, even for a vampiress. He closed his eyes and started to sleep. He had passed a full night with Brooks.

He had his dream full of questions. What could he become to protect others? Even if he had to use his dark heritage. Could he turn a vampire to the good side? Sure she needed blood, but she could still take it from other people, the wrong ones.

Some peasants adventurer were passed un der the tree that Esteban was in their talk woke the half-demon up. He did not move thinking that he may scare them.

-I Can't wait to see Cascadia! This look so amzing from what i heard, said a woman
-Sure, but some of this his folktales, i just want to go there to see the artists. said the oldest man.
-But who cares, a city near a waterfall it must quite romantic to see!

And they keep talking on as they went away from the place where the rogue was perched. A town near a water? That could be interesting. He looked at the sky, it was crimson, night was slowly approaching.

Jumping down the tree slowing his fall with his wings, he landed softly. Night, huh? This time where could be heading Brooks? He sighed. He lied to himself that he did not care and followed the peasant towards the waterfall town.

It had been hours ago when the scent first found his nose, and had only found him because of a choice breeze. Even with that, it had been faint, and Lynth had had to breath it in for a considerable amount of time before he recognized the smell. He knew demon when he smelled it, even if the blood was tainted with human. He had begun to move in the direction of the scent well before the sun had started it's final descent, but he had yet to come across the source of the aroma. Now the sky was deep crimson, and his feeding time was drawing near. He had hoped to find the fiend before his hunger sunk in, but alas, it looked as if his wish would not come true.

As Lynthaer walked, he began to recognize the surounding folliage. He was close to the infernal city Cascadia, with it's many fountains and pools of water, shimmering constantly in either the sun or moon. He, being a pyromancer, despised the very idea of the city, wishing to burn it until its rivers ran black with it's own soot and ash. He smirked suddenly at the irony of burning down Cascadia, the city of water.

Looking behind him towards the setting sun, he estimated the time at which he could remove his gear. It would do him no good to remove it too eary and be incinerated by the sun's dying light. He frowned at this thought. He was growing ever so weary of his vampirisom, tired of the emense amounts of colothing he had to wear just to stay alive during the day. This weakness was begining to wear thin on him, and he was on verge of seeking help from one of the many deities whos temples dotted the region.

As Lynthaer pondered these things, the course of the wind changed. Where it had been blowing any scent away from im, it brought a sudden blast of the aroma he had caught earlier. He blinked, his flickering eyes dancing a little more furiously with excitement. Ahead he could see a figure upon the road. A lone figure, and if Lynthaer was to guess, he would say that it was the fiend he was searching out. A smile oozed onto his masked face, resembling the one painted upon the hardened leather.

Lynthaer lengthened his stride so that he might catch this person of interest. His eyes began to study them from the back, taking in what appeared to be the silhouette of wings. So this creature could fly. Well, so could Lynthaer if he changed, and if worst came to worst, as was possible considering both beings were demonic, he could no doubt overtake this man. Even so, he lossined his scythe, readying it incase he needed to draw.

"Headed to Cascadia as well?" Lynthaer said cassually as he came up beside the man, his cowl puled low over his mask so that his mask was hidden. The aura of heat warmed the air around him, even more so than ussual since he was a small bit excited.

((:blink: I thougth i was done in this topic, but the road could be long until then. But i wanted to appear alone in town. Okay let's RP! :evilgrin: ))

Esteban looked at newcomer. He was bring in even more warmth. How could that be? He looked carefully at the stranger. Why was he wearing. What was he hiding himself for? The half-demon took a side step. He did no have a good feeling about this at all.

"Y-yeah...What of it? Everyone goes there atleast once. Why are you asking that? Are you heading there too?"

He subtily took his dagger. If he had to fight, he will. But no knowing his opponent was a bad starts. His wings, still hidden under his cloak, were ready to get in action. "Do you want something from me?

What kind of creature could want him so bad? It was too weird to be mere coincidence. Something bad was about to happen.

The half fiend's manner was strange and Lynthaer frowned behind his mask. He seemed skittish and scared. Not a trait Lynth liked seeing in one of his own kind. He learned long ago that acting so did nothing but bring one trouble. Half breeds got along bad enough in this world, and being half demon never helped ones cause. Apparently this man had yet to learn this. The frown deepened as another thought came across his mind. Or was it that this particular fiend wasn't of the ruthless sort. He knew that some of partial demonic decent tried to fit in with society, becoming champions of righteousness instead of those who apposed those of the light. Those he despised and would kill at the first chance. However, Lynthaer did not know which this man was, and he would not strike a potential ally down. He mulled over ways to find the side on which this particular half demon stood.

"I was merely wondering why one such as yourself would be headed to such a city," Lynthaer said in a questioning tone. "After all, is it not supposed to be a holy city, one of light and celebration? It is not often one of our blood likes to participate in such events. Or are even allowed to for that matter. Why would you force yourself into a situation in which you will be grudgingly admitted in the best of circumstances, or killed in the worst?"

During his speech, Lynthaer noticed the man going for something under neath his cloak. Lynthaer smiled once more, realizing the man wasn't the foolish sort. He was already preparing himself for the worst in this situation, though it must be a rather small weapon if it could be concealed within a cloak. Perhaps it carried an enchantment of sorts, or could extend itself to that of a regular weapon. Either way, Lynthaer knew that it was possible he would fight this man, and words of power rested in his mind to bring forth a flaming weapon.

I was merely wondering why one such as yourself would be headed to such a city

Now this situation was worst then weird, his wings were hidden, for the rest he was looking for an average human. His smell, to someone who got a skilled nose, could see the difference? He was getting sligthly nervous.

After all, is it not supposed to be a holy city, one of light and celebration? It is not often one of our blood likes to participate in such events. Or are even allowed to for that matter. Why would you force yourself into a situation in which you will be grudgingly admitted in the best of circumstances, or killed in the worst?

How could Esteban knows? He has lived under his father;s rules for nineteen years never allowed to leave the village under serious threat. He tried to keep hi voice calm as posseble but he was not a liar."I never been to it, so i was thinking to go see how things were going there. Is it allowed or not?"

It seems there was supposed to be a demon guide book. How to act, where to go, how to kill even, perhaps. If this man was the leader of a group of demon, it would mean he is way too much powerful. But if he have not attacked him yet, there was maybe something he wanted.

"Can you go straigth to the point, i only do what i wish to..."

Lynthaer could have laughed at this fool. He now realized what was situation this half demon was in. From the tone of his voice and his response, this young man had been sheltered from what the world actually had to offer him. If Lynthaer was to guess, he would say that this man's mother or father had keep them secret in a nearby forest, hidden deep within the trees. That would mean that only recently the man had decided to venture out into the world. Lynthaer would have loved to keel over with laughter at this man and his naive sate of mind. Instead, he merely chuckled and shook his head.

“My point is, young sir,” he began, glee in his normally threatening voice, “You are a half demon headed down a road of misery. You are most definitely allowed to wander the streets of Cascadia, but I believe it to be ill advised. I myself have never had much of a welcome there, though that may be due to my disruptive manner.” He grinned sickly behind his mask. “If you are wondering as to how I know of your heritage, it is relatively simple. I myself was born to a demon mother, an elf for a father. I have an excellent sense of smell, and it was your scent that has given you away.”

Lynthaer paused a moment, considering on sharing more information. He could inform the man of his guild, though new and almost nonexistent as it was. The man fit the criteria however, and Lynthaer would be happy to allow the man to join. The only problem was, he was too naïve in the ways of the world, and Lynthaer suspected he would turn to righteousness as a way to gain the acceptance of other races. Until he could be sure that the man would never hold information against himself, he would keep that in his throat. Lynth, still looking at the man, thought all of this within the space of seconds, and was now waiting to see the mans response.

My point is, young sir

" Sir?" Esteban had nothing to be to be called a sir. Or does the stranger had that much respect for him already? No, this wasa too akward. Something was fishy. "I have a name. I would tell you but since you did not present yourself while talking to me, i won't give you the honor."

You are a half demon headed down a road of misery

The rogue stopped and made a step back. THIS was way much over then weird. It was unexpected. No one knows about him. He could not allow anyone to let and could keep talking about it. And yet again, if he get killed for something as stupid as this it was worthless.

And a road of misery? What could tht mean? Yeah, he was heading to Cascadia. Yeah, it was an holy city. Yeah, Esteban is a half demon. He had a good heartone that se knows is that woman vampre, Brooks.

You are most definitely allowed to wander the streets of Cascadia, but I believe it to be ill advised. I myself have never had much of a welcome there, though that may be due to my disruptive manner

Disruptive manners? What is that guy? What did he did there? But Esteban had to play it cool. To avoid lying since he was not good at it he changed his tune to neutral. "Well, maybe you change that in a way that you could be welcomed there." Depending on the answer of the misterious man, it could really set his idea clear.

If you are wondering as to how I know of your heritage, it is relatively simple. I myself was born to a demon mother, an elf for a father. I have an excellent sense of smell, and it was your scent that has given you away.

This man was an half-demon too? But why was he following the wrong path? It kills not only innocent but consciousness and guilt. So that way, he cared about nothing. So half-demon were recognizable by smell. Esteban thougth that the smell of blood of the innocent would gave him away.
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