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| What I have Gained and Lost FIN; Cade | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Oct 3, 2011 4:48 am (172 Views) | |
| Blackwell | Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:38 pm Post #16 |
 
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“Above the laws of the land? It is against your laws for many of us to survive. What of those who must drink from a man or woman, or feast on flesh? We are truer to natural law than you will ever be. Those who cannot survive, do not. But those among us who are hunted? It is they I will fight for.” Cadence clenched his hands tight enough to pop knuckles, skin pulled taut. “We cater to the races the 'common man' does not. You require the flesh of animals to survive. You are their predators. We are yours, and by rejecting the vampires, the ghouls, the ghosts, the lycans who could easily be your allies, you have made a dangerous enemy.” “Not men of the Shadow Society. The father of the shadow society, protecting his sons and daughters.” Cade corrected the swordsman. Cade noted the sword he was drawing. By his estimate, the man could not bring harm to him as long as he did not perform any hostile actions, due to the other sword. Meaning this new one would not harm him, but more likely incapacitate him. He could not allow himself to become so helpless. Crafting an illusion as the swordsman lifted the blade and pointed it in his direction, Cadence separated from his double, standing several meters to the side. A cage of light surrounded his illusionary self, the true Cade standing invisible to the side, watching. 'I cannot allow you to take even a moment more of my time, Vyserial.' He narrowed his eyes, retreating to the shadows as he opened the door to leave. Approaching the scrolls stashed away in the corner of the room, he spread them on the table, showing maps with reddish dots and lines written in. He scooped up two vials, one of red ink for tracking the footsteps of another hound, and one of black ink. He dipped a quill into the black ink and scrawled a new name below the other on the corner of the map, making a black dot just outside of Kellen. Vyserial Noclan |
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