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| Meeting beneath the shadows | |
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| Topic Started: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:43 pm (217 Views) | |
| Bael | Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:43 pm Post #1 |
 
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There it was, the dark city of Balefire, from the outside it seemed like a gloomy and down place to be in. From the inside it was somewhat different, atleast for the people who liked this kind of city. The streets, although covered by darkness, were crawling with live, mostly trash and banished ones who have no place to call their home. Though there also were some people who just felt comfortable in the shadows. As it were with Daelen, he had grown fond of this place in the few times he had been here. This was one of the few cities who even let in his kind, demons still were not easily accepted into the human cities. Here, he could roam freely, no need of cloak or disguise, altough surely some had kept an eye on him, he was not the most common demon. Most of the current demons had reddish skin and were wild, focused on blood and battle. Daelen was not much different, he also craved for blood and battle, but his skin was more a kind of dark grey. It was something that set allot of people off, especially when they found out he was one of the ancient demons that had roamed this world centuries ago. Although, at the moment he didn't pose quite the threat. He still had no skills, only thing he could rely on in this place was raw power and the dagger at his side. Luckily, the human who's body he had taken had some good warrior skills so he knew how to use the dagger with some skill. His senses however had been playing some jokes on him though, for a while now he had been feeling eyes burning in his back. Though everytime he had stopped or watched reflections in some of the windows he had seen nothing. But the feeling of someone following did not grow weaker. 'Lets see who this one is' he thought as he walked into a small inn somewhere along the street. If he really was being followed he would find out soon enough. Doging some of the drunks, he made his way to a small table in the corner, his eyes burning with a orange glow as he watched the door, curious if someone would enter. Edited by Bael, Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:44 pm.
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| Taiaka | Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:03 pm Post #2 |
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The little black cat had been following the demon since the apothecary shop. He had bought a long cut of red tobacco from the werewolf behind the counter and was enjoying a smoke on the roof when the demon passed by. Only out of pure curiosity did he follow. Well, curiosity and a pinch of bitterness. For all his urban life the cat, better known as Taiaka, was accused of being a demon. It was the dark skin and the pale eyes mostly, yet often his tattoos would spark the indignation of the slathering masses. The gossip would have you believe Taiaka, or ‘his kind’ rather, has a penchant for baby stew and lives under cupboards. He guessed this was why Balefire was rather the quaint little vacation spot for those escaping those unfair social biases. After all, he had not lived under a cupboard in years. The cat padded along, keeping pace with the demon through the silkily lit streets. He had caught a momentary glimpse of the demon’s eyes in a pane of glass for strangled second and, pausing, pretended to lick his paw. It was impossible to tell if the demon had made him or not. Nonetheless, when the gray man with wings ducked into a seedy inn along the street, Taiaka would follow. He took a moment to shrug off the guise of the cat and gather himself before pressing open the weather worn door. Assorted drunks were draining their cups at the bar, a rather boisterous conversation was taking place between a clutch of sallow faced nymphs and a skeleton was beating its necromancer master in a game of darts: The usual suspects had assembled it seemed. Taiaka wove his way through the throng scanning the taproom for the demon without much in the way of subtlety. The flash of orange eyes caught his attention and he pushed his way over to the small table in the corner. “Ah been following you,” Taiaka said nonchalantly, a peculiar, tightlipped grin edging up the corners of his mouth. He shrugged dismissively after his eyes appraised the demon, “...and Ah just don’t see it.” |
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| Bael | Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:28 pm Post #3 |
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(OOC : made this on my mobile phone, thats a first :O .. ) Little time had passed when the old wooden door opened,squiqing in its hinges. It revealed a dark toned man, with his dreadlocks and unusual clothing he stood out between the shadowplane inhabitants and rugged drunks that counted up to most of balefire inhabitants. Waisting only a few seconds before making his way through the tables and stools that filled the floor the man had started to make his way toward him. 'He sure as hell doesn't like to waist his time' His eyes slightly lighting up at the thought. He had already considered this the person who had been following him when the door had opened, now he knew for sure. In the meanwhile the man had made his way toward his table. This had to be a sight for anyone who had looked at the corner, amidst of drunks there were a strange looking demon and a dark skinned man with dreadlocks who looked somewhat like a tribal leader. "Ah been following you... and ah just dont see it" the man said when he had stopped at his table. Clearly if someone didn't notice he wasn't from around here by looking at his clothing he would have noticed by his accent. Although Daelen was curious of the mans intentions and why he had been following he decided to play along. "You just dont see what?" he replied to the mans words. This one intrigued him, he had some human traits, though something inside told im different. Not to speak about his persuers boldness to come up and talk. Not quite sure he gave a nod to a second chair, just to say he could sit down, atleast untill he could find out just who this man was. |
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| Taiaka | Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:13 pm Post #4 |
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"You just don’t see what?" “A Resemblance of course.” Taiaka answered the demon before taking a seat. He mouthed a small ‘thank you’, groaned as he sat, and rested both of his arms on the table. An odd clutch of bangles and bone-speckled bracelets chimed against the ale soaked wood as he emphasized his words with his hands. “A kinship. An illuminated text in a book of fairy tales.” His accent was tonal and somewhat airy, yet his eyes seemed much more grounded. He shrugged then, more to himself than the demon, and leaned back into his rickety chair. It creaked in protest. “They call me-“ “TaiTai!” Shrieked a barmaid. She shuffled over, wiped her hands on her grimy purple apron and bent down to plant a wet kiss on the shape shifter’s lips. Though unwarranted and unexpected, Taiaka’s body language suggested he didn’t mind all that much. When she pulled away and dried her mouth with the back of her wrist, Taiaka smiled at the demon. “Taiaka. Not no TaiTai.” The barmaid spat out a giggle of pure contempt and rolled her hips and eyes at no one in particular. “Well I’ll call ya whatever you want if yer payin’.” She folded her arms across her ample chest, “So, what will you fine pit fiends be havin’ to help drown yer sorrows this evenin’?” |
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| Bael | Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:41 am Post #5 |
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A few moments passed, he had let thoughts roam freely in the void that was called his mind. The words the man had spoken were strange to say the least. 'so he is looking for a kinship. Well, he does have some small features of a demonic though i would have sensed it by now if he truly is one of my own' The gentle collision of awkward bracelets against the wooden table brought his attention back to the matters at hand. Just as his lips parted to speak his mind they were forcefully interupted by the loud voice of one of the barmaids. "TaiTai" She said it like it was the name of the stranger sharing his table. He hoped it was just a from of namecalling than actually his name. It had formed his lips into a slight grin none the less for it had sounded quite funny His conclusion was awnsered when the man turned and introduced himself. "Taiaka, not TaiTai". His responce showed he had found it an amusing introduction himself. "Daelen" he replied, giving a small nod to Taiaka, as to say, pleased to meet you. "I'll take some ale, one to enjoy not to get drunk"He had no intention of drinking the same rancid fluid the other people were having. He was no big drinker to begin with, it made him lose his cool even quicker than he normally would. After Taiaka had made his order and the maid had gone to fetch there drinks, he turned to him once more. Before, his eyes had shown that his comment held more meaning to him than his bodylanguage had wished to tell. "Tell me, why is it you seek a resemblance? You are no demon, that i know for sure" |
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| Taiaka | Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:14 pm Post #6 |
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A man in a white wide-brimmed hat began slowly strumming an out-of-tune guitar; its sorrowful melody inserted itself like a spy into their conversation. Taiaka didn’t notice he was nodding subtlety to its percussion-less rhythm as he watched the barmaid leave with their order. He pretended to be interested in the backs of his dark hands when he answered Daelen’s question. “You know the story about the boy who cried wolf, yah?” Candlelight cat-shine drew up the animal hue in his eyes; he pointed their expressionless depths at Daelen, cheeks hollow. “All my life they be cryin’ ‘demon’ at me, hiding their babes beneath their skirts when I go by.” His face showed the bitter levity of his words but his lips curled with contempt. “I guess then, I sit at your table for research purposes. So next time a mother spits a fingernail at me, they get the wolf.” The barmaid ambled back over to their table and plunked down two mugs, “Goat’s milk and a sippin’ beer. This season’s brew is a little skunky. It’s good!” Taiaka smiled at her the way he would at a child and she couldn’t help but laugh. She shook her head, saying that she would run a tab for them, and sashayed over to bask in the warm flirts of the guitar-playing-man. Taiaka stretched forward and gave Daelen an apologetic look as he retrieved his mug of goat’s milk from the table. It was warm a curdled, just the way he liked it. He lifted his mug and tipped it at Daelen as if to toast, “So tell me,” he paused long enough to halve his cup, “What horrible monsters do they accuse you of being?” And he smiled. |
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| Bael | Sun Aug 15, 2010 2:37 pm Post #7 |
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The music that the musician began to play bore the words just a little further than normal. In one way or another it created a grim mood that perfectly suited the words he spoke. The false strings in the guitar may just have been telling what the underlying tone of the story tried to explain. Even in isolation, the explanation was enough for someone to look deeper than just words of past, together with the tones it had set the ambiance for a more serieus conversation. "Maybe they should have gotten the wolf a tad sooner? I am not exactly fond of those 'humans' to be precise nor am I fond of their contemptuous games" The orange glow in his eyes had somewhat mitigated during the conversation they had, a sign that he did not feel threatened by Taiaka, you could almost see some sort of pupil behind the smoke-like wisps that filled his eyes. They almost got caught in a stare as his fingers wrapped around his mug. Returning the silent toast by tipping his mug back at Taiaka he brought it toward his lips, he halted it before the two touched, it looked like he was trying to tell if the moment was right to take a zip. Little seconds later his hand continued its way toward his lips, his taste buds jumping up when the somewhat bitter drink caressed his tongue and refreshed his body. 'So tell me... What horrible monsters do they accuse you of being?' The question came up into the depths of his soul, of course, being a demon, he was often enough put aside, or better yet, never been accepted in society. Not that all of it mattered, he had never needed allot of acceptance from others and the small part of him that did had gotten it from his own kind. His shoulders came up a little as he muttered an oppressed smile, almost as if he were trying to lock some thoughts. "I guess everything they accused me off were things of truth, i still remain demon. But I must say allot has changed in the time I was in slumber. In the old days people would be somewhat acceptive of my kind, not much, but they chose to leave us alone unless we brought blood to their doors. These days are different, eventhough i've only walked around this land for 3 or 4 days now, i noticed that humans have grown so afraid that it works like fuel for their anger. They seek us out and hunt us down, unaware of the world they will walk into." For a brief moment his posture had shown the anger toward the humans who hade made it their lives mission deleting his race from this world. It took a good few minutes before the hatred freed itself from his eyes and his thoughts took the direction of focussing on more important matters, finding an awnser. Daelen had much knowledge of the days before his hybernation,but this was a case in wich even he wandered in the dark. Maybe his kind had driven the human race so far that she could not choose different but complete eradication of everything demonic. Atleast it was something that he had set his mind on, he was certain to gain the awnser to that question or kill the people who were hunting demons, most likely it would end up being the latter. "I'll leave this place in about 2 days, heading toward the ancient libraries, maybe there is something that can awnser the question of why humans have started to actively kill our kind, perhaps, it will awnser your questions aswell?" |
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| Taiaka | Mon Aug 23, 2010 2:56 pm Post #8 |
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Kinship had been a lucky guess on the shifter’s behalf, though now, after witnessing the change in the demon’s posture and tone, it could be considered a touch of synchronicity. Sometimes Taiaka believed his own hypocrisy, sometimes all it took was a certain aura from his one of his tattoos for a man to turn and call him brother. But Taiaka had purposefully followed Daelen, thinking only about his own bitter slighting, and had found they were sharing more than just a drink. Only a heart of stone believed sorrow was a pitiful thing. “In such a short time you’ve been here, already you be wary.” The shifter offered up a tight lipped smile like some flippant color commentary on the state of microcosms. He shrugged but it did not look genuine. “I gave up hoping for answers long ago.” Taiaka’s pale eyes stared down into the curdled depths of his milk but not out of shame or self-loathing: He was grinning. “Instead, I’ve settled with gossip.” The chuckle came from the back of Taiaka’s throat but it was drowned by a long drought before echoing across his tongue. “I’m not no demon, Daelen. I am a-” The pause was an obvious indicator that he had switched words mid-sentence, “Shape shifter.” Across the floor, the guitarman played a cold and haunting melody. The patrons swayed as if in a mystic’s stupor and whispered the words to the delicate song with eyes of faraway steel. Taiaka swallowed the thick remnants of his milk and felt somehow that the dead were watching. “I already know why dey hunt my people down. For a long time, they thought smoking the hair of dah Stargazer gives them magical power.” He tilted his head, a green copper button and a length of dog bone tied to his dreadlocks clicking together. “It doesn’t.” Guitarman hit a crescendo and Taiaka had to lift raise his voice over the din. “Dey kill me cause of you, demon.” The words were harsh, but the tone the shifter gave them spoke of blatant truths. Taiaka placed both hands on the table; fingers splayed, and he locked eyes with the demon, “You want to know why they hunt you, all you have to do is look at Taras, or what left of it rather. Your kind brought blood to their doors and it has yet to be washed away. Don’t need no book to tell you that, brother.” |
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| Bael | Wed Aug 25, 2010 3:29 pm Post #9 |
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"I wouln't call it wary, careful to where I place my feet maybe, it makes for a longer life then the brute strength often displayed by my kind" He had learned some valuable lessons over the years and this was one of them. Of course he was not afraid to fall into the same rage as his peers, but choices guided by blind anger was something he had abandoned long ago. Not that diplomacy was his best trait, though engaging conversation to learn and gain advantage was something, though not found often in a demon, that had set him apart from others. A quick glance over a few empty tables toward three men made them dim there voices. Their eyes quickly looking at eachother when they caught him staring back at them, almost as if they felt discovered. Even here there were those who did not wish his kind to be here. Another reassurance of his findings from the past few days, this world had changed. For a moment he sat there silently, not one muscle in his face flinched as he went over the words his 'companion' had spoken. This man was someone who intrigued him, not only who he was but because of the resemblance between them. In one way or another, though different in kind, they looked very similar. Ok, they approached things from different views and spoke in different ways but somewhere in the middle there was a similarity lingering. Perhaps in another life they could have been brothers through blood, though here, it was only because of the understanding the two had. As Taiake continued speaking and mentioned him being a shapeshifter his attention once again returned. 'so, the kind still lives I see, i'dd have guessed they were extinct by now.' Taking another zip of his ale he looked up and sought eyecontact with him, banning his thoughts about the shapeshifter race. The words that came after somehow managed to step on his toes but amused him enough to leave his instinctive impulses behind and place a grin on his face.. "I must say, you've got some guts openly accusing me it is because of my kind. Although, its probably the truth" A mixture of tones shone from beneath his words, though mostly they respected the man for speaking the blatant truth. "I've heared about the fate Taras has undergone and it is only a shadow of my mind, but perhaps that time they invited us to their doors. Eitherway, they played it out and one party lost. It is a race between two kinds that has taken ages to run and most likely will takes ages to end. At the finish only one will stand victorious" |
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