Sol's aura faded as he escaped further and further, unhindered by his 'pursuers.' Their auras seemed more in tune, now, as he had adjusted to their unusual bend. Time would pass and, if he were lucky, he could even catch that fool off-guard again. Maybe the...? No. He still had enough dignity left where he wouldn't outright attack a woman. As he reached one of the last buildings in the row, just inside the city's walls, Solari slid down and landed on an alleyway's floor. No one around... Perfect.
Placing one ear to the wall facing the way he'd fled, Sol shut his eyes in focus, and attempted to 'know' the signature of that man. Time passed, indeed, and the feeling of the man's strings reverberating became more and more pronounced. Though, at the same time, the aura-user felt that his little crusade was a little unjust. He wasn't admitting responsibility -- hell no! -- but maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be wise to kill someone and leave a corpse inside city limits. Even if he took the risk of hiding the body, he'd be identified and placed on a wanted list for sure. That... was not acceptable.
So, with a sigh and a heave, Sol lifted his lids, and pulled himself straight, walking through the turbulent night air to the edge of the alley, where he laid down, crouched, and relaxed, though he kept his legs in such a position where he could retaliate to any threat. At this point, it was a watch-and-see sort of thing, so he would only be able to wait until he saw the rain let up. He would get wet, yeah, but it wasn't like he was going to melt or anything. Time to relax...
(( I'll be a few houses down at this point, crouched in the dark alley with my legs bent into a sort of leaned back position. What should I do now? I could continue posting here, if you still have business with me, or I could make my own thread. I'm at a bit of a loss. ))
