adopting sons and finding enemies (Juno, lion, ZombieCzari)

[Anonymous]

The moon was dancing around lovingly, draping itself around anything and everything, the stars staring down playing spot the living, isn't that a fun game? Being watched by the unknown having them judge your actions without knowing they're doing it, the wind whistling down the mountain sides darting through the dying forests and galloping down the deserted streets like mighty shire horses showing they're power, the dying trees groaning under the pressure, one crashing down to the ground in a mighty sigh of relief of its pain, startled creatures fleeing from its humongous corpse before they're bones were crushed and blood spilt.

From the captives of the ground emerged a man, a typical mages hat, raven black, the brim of it being large enough to hide the top half of his face, a white shirt covering his torso with a long blood red cloak draped over his shoulders, a small gold chain making sure it didn't fall from his tall structure, long leather trousers, again dyed red, but it was slightly faded, and black shoes, made his way down the streets, raven black hair draping down to around his shoulders, his right side twitching after every 4 of his long strides, his hands protected by white gloves, lay still at his side as he moved, except when he twitched then his right hand jolted upwards then back down, his one good eye, piercing red scowling the earths surface, as if he were hunting....

The cat houses made easy hunting grounds, so trusting, so, so pathetic.

He didn't feel like a person of those types however, a pretty little maiden, would do nicely, but why feed? He fed around a month ago, he shouldn't be greedy, people would get suspicious, the man carried on his walk, looking around the grounds, his right side seized in pain was making him to think of retreating back to his lair and hiding from the world once more so no more agony could befall him, though he deserved this torture, the ghosts that sang to him of his past, that screeched and yowled down his spinal chord and rippling through his mind, he didn't even deserve to feed.

The man joined them and yowled out loud to the world before he jumped up onto the rooftops, hiding in anyplace that was high and not showered in moonlight, why hunt when he could observe, observe the strange doings of the living, how they breathed how they're heart beated continuously as if taunting his, begging him to cease it, oh it was a horrific drug that he craved, the sweet iron taste that would dribble down his throat.

Crouching on top of a roof fairly high up, and shaded by a large tree that seemed determined to stay alive, the brute waited for the night to fidget and come alive by the hermits, night prowlers and other low lives that didn't deserve life, that hadn't been shown the cruelty that could taint they're life and turn them into something that people feared, mocked, chased, no, they're world was a cruel one, and he was prepared to make the world pay. He crouched twitching in his desired spot, waiting for the time when he had to flee back to his damp, decaying lair.

[Anonymous]

...why am I even here? Kynton found himself thinking. His eyes were filled with wariness as he slowly walked along, inching his way closer to town as the darkness of night hid his figure with fair ease. It was cold, too, because of that blasted wind, and he did not appreciate the feel of it against his skin in the least. Sighing, he lowered his head and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, but it was blown off again when the wind buffeted his face. His stoic expression slowly turned into an irritated frown even as his destination was in sight now, a little ways more down through the forest. Pressing onward at a snail's crawl, Kynton stuffed his hands into his pockets and grumbled about how temperamental the weather had been lately and how difficult things had been for himself. "What I'd give for a bit of peace!" he spat as his cloak fell again into the clutches of the wind. Frustrated, unreasonably so now, he stopped and pressed himself against a tree to wait out the bout that swept through the land.

It was a little while longer before he was on his way but he found it to be terribly late to be doing much of anything at all. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a common occurrence for this man, and he dragged himself along as he got ever closer to Zantaric. Here, it seemed, the wind did not tease him so and he found it quite pleasing to the point that he allowed a flicker of a smile to jump to his lips as he hurried onward in hopes that he would not encounter any other changes once he was in town and among its buildings. Just a bit further and he removed his cloak from his shoulders, stuffing the article into his pack before taking out his coin purse and, after securing a position in a secluded alley, proceeded to count out how much he had and silently calculate what he might afford if he was to keep traveling on. "Perhaps I should stay a while, maybe pick up a job for a few days..." he said to himself as he placed the little bag, contents back within, in its own place.

Again he was on his way and taking his sweet time as he explored the streets of this new place. The nightlife was surely quite different than that of the day-dwelling citizens but Kynton was willing to take his chances, and he felt he had enough sense to protect himself if need be even though he preferred not to come into contact with anyone at all. He was a loner, a proud one at that, and absolutely could not bear the thought of becoming close with anyone because he had never come near anything but a few acquaintances in all his life.

He was probably quite a sight, though, or at least he thought so; he knew how unhappy he always looked, but he did it on purpose to avoid contact with others as much as he could just with his presence being so gloomy. Now that he was here he did not quite know where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do because, even after all the time he spent traveling to finally arrive, he had not spent but a brief moment thinking on what he might do next. Not exactly confused, just indecisive...very much so and he was fairly carefree about it as he settled himself on a couple of free stairs, completely oblivious and uncaring about anything else that might be going on around himself.

[Anonymous]

The nights in Zantaric always bothered Zaali. The darkness wasn't clean here, it just hid the dark deeds the people here preformed. She hated it here. Hated the weather, the dirty streets, the barbarians. She wanted to go home. But that was imposable. One hand traced over the black tattoo that covered her dusky skin.

Fucking bastard. Both of them were. She hoped they were miserable and rotting. Maybe she should see if she could find some witch to curse them. That was one things this town had going for it. She was sure she could find some dark magic user that could make both the sons of bitches dicks shrivel off and their skin rot.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her, grumbling. Her stupid job had taken place almost on the other side of town from the shit hole she shared with her sister, Mikaata. Great. Stupid bitch was probably not even working. Gods but she hated this place. She should just teleport and be done with it, but she felt to tired.

Instead she just walked through the streets, avoiding any too dark alleyways. Never knew what went on down those things.

[Lion]

She never expected to find herself this far down south.  This, of all things, was a certainty.  Now it shouldn't be miscalculated.  Germaine loved to travel but it was rare she ever found time for anything with all the things that had to be taken care back home.  Arca was always a busy city and everyone who couldn't afford laziness was taking up the mantle of managing their households and farms.  And while Germaine wasn't exactly poor, she couldn't afford the lifestyles of the rich with a servant to be found in every corner.  She used her money, gained from travels and missions, to buy equipment and venture off on to explore the rest of the land.

She abandoned her horse at home, preferring to travel by foot and public service than risk losing her favorite black stallion.  The horse was a good animal, loyal and good entertainment at times but she'd rather have loneliness as opposed to having some kind of beast feast upon it.  She could handle herself without anyone's help, even if a friendly chat now and then did wonders to lift a somber atmosphere.

After making it through the Draconi Forest, travel was as simple as taking the mountain pass that went through further south toward the desert.  She was headed in no particular direction and therefore went off trail to suddenly find herself wandering in the wilderness of the mountains.  She didn't think herself lost, not yet, and after several days of travel she was quite glad that she had found the small buildings of the secluded town of Zantaric.  Perhaps it was pure luck or she really did know where she was going (subconsciously of course), in either case it got her to some form of civilization and that was all the really mattered.

Germaine, clad in her armor, emerged from the brush, her face slightly scratched in some places from being struck by thorns and various sharp branches, with a smile stretched across her visage.  From afar it was quite obvious that she was just happy to be in a place where there were people!  Now whether or not they welcomed her was another matter but that would have to be solved if and when it came up.  A heavy hand reached up to grace the small horns that emerged from the corners of her forehead and matted her hair over them in an attempt to hide them.  Just as a precaution, in the off-chance they be spotted and someone mistook her for a demon of some kind.  Now that would definitely be the last thing she needed.

Swooshing her cloak over her form, fit and taut as it was, and she descended from a slippery hill as carefully as physically possible for a woman of her size.  Such reminded her that she would have to be gentle when it came to speaking with others; she needed only adequate lodgings for the short time she planned to stay there.   But even so, it was difficult to encounter people when someone looked as intimidating as she did, unless one tempered their appearance with an approachable demeanor.

Walking into town, she spotted someone take a seat on some steps nearby.  Seeing this as opportunity to get some directions in town, she approached the person, whom she assumed to be a young man as he appeared in dull lamplight. "Excuse me, sir," Germaine began, standing straight and waving her hand to get his attention.  "Sorry to bother you but could you tell me where an inn is around here?"

[Anonymous]

Oh the nightlife was dull, if it wasn't for the fact the sun always tried to scold him into the shadows, the beast would watch the living during the day, his one eye looked round miserably at the world, how dull, no mobs running after a little lady so they can experiment they're magic on her, no one forcing themselves into houses and then forcing themselves onto them, what a horrid boring place, and to think it was considered mean! it's like it only comes out in the day so people can see it, how rude and selfish no thinking for the others that cannot enter the light.

It wasn't long before a man walked down the streets lonesome, gloomy expressions, and features that reminded Feoigh of someone, someone for long ago, it started to tap into his mind, and the creature leaned forward to look closer, a sharper twitch from his right side, always a sign of something he had done or owned was know in front of him, reborn, re-found and so closer to his clutches, his long nails clutching onto the side of the roof to stable himself now as he leaned in closer, but then retreating as a damsel walked past, she looked like she disgusted this town also, he smirked at her, a sudden disliking to the woman, he never liked woman much, but then he did adore them, it was a love hate thing. Rather confusing to himself.

Another woman, a structure of a man in his eyes, came walking down, how dare a woman of that structure be accepted and not he? A sudden loathing to this woman and he snarled and bared his plaque covered, disease filed teeth at her, one to watch she was. He watched them for awhile and listened, well mannered, least she did something right, in the presence of him manners are important, whether they know he's there or not. He would not stand for ignorance, and if the brute who, he seemed to have an urge to protect, better have, otherwise he'd grow angered with him, and thus disciplinary action would be taken.

No creature was free from him manner obsessed lifestyle, they where the only way to live, the rules that every thing that talked should abide to, and the world would be politer, he closed his mouth and watched the man with narrow eyes, his twitching became more violent and more sudden, for he was straining the muscles and they were not happy, he would have to depart from his perch soon enough.

[Anonymous]

At first he did not notice much of anything that was going on around him, but then there was movement in front of him and he had to look up. Glancing to the side for a moment he caught sight of a woman walking along the street then he looked for the source of the waving hand, which was a particularly tall woman from his perspective though it took him a moment to settle on her gender. Sighing and lowering his gaze as he listened to her he jumped to his feet and looked away to watch what else might be going on around them. "Uhh...not really, I just got into town myself so I don't quite know my way around so..." Kynton stepped a little ways away and proceeded to lean against the wall with cross arms as he looked at her. "I figure, though, that there might be something along the main street though I haven't even been looking...but if it's anything like my way here then it's probably shitty as all hell." He angled his head away again as he thought about what he might do, if he should really stay and deal with the harsh ways the weather had with him or move along in search of an easier climate.

Just then, a nice, easy breeze swept along, gently soothing his skin compared to the rough blows of the winds he'd gone through on his way, and he looked around lazily for any sign of any sort of place he could point the woman towards. He, however, was in a bad spot for surveying the town and he soon gave up in favor of thoughts of quiet. Slumping over and lowering himself into a careless sitting position on the ground, he looked up briefly at the woman again to speak. "I'm not a very...resourceful person, you see, so I'm sorry but I probably won't be of much help to you." With that he closed his eyes, content to have her stay or go though he cared nothing about either and he was content enough with himself to spend the night sitting alone until he might sleep after the morning passed.

Kynton was a fairly careless and useless man, no dreams on his mind and no long-term goals to live by. For this he had developed to be who he was, his preference to be alone being something he was born with and had grown used to. Being in a town now with plenty of people going about their own affairs was a thought that could get fairly overwhelming at times, but he was not quite to that point yet.

[Anonymous]

Still moving through the streets, Zaali watched some huge...person of maybe the female gender approach some depressing looking man. Oh lovely. She had to go by them. Probably some creepy sexual tryst in some dark corner. Really wouldn't surprise her, she had walked in on those before. Awkward.

She had started to keep her head down, not make eye contact when she passed close enough to hear what they were talking about. New people who didn't seem to realize where they were. Probably going to be robbed, stabbed and left in the street before the week was out.

But as much as Zaali grumbled and generally hated people, she wasn't so heartless to leave them standing there like idiots. Sighing, Zaali paused and turned around, approaching them, "Hi. Hello there. You guys need a place to stay? I know a few places. None of them are great, but nothing here is. Did you just need a room for the night, or a longer stay?"

[Lion]

Germaine couldn't tell exactly why but suddenly the hairs on the nape of her neck were starting to rise.  She felt strange here in the town and she'd only just arrived.  But it was almost a surreal sentiment that engulfed her; a feeling that something, or rather someone was watching her every move.  The notion of confidence that she'd found civilization was now stolen away by something more akin to alarm.

The person before her was sulking and she was forced to perk her brow as to why, but still said nothing.  "Well, I guess I lucked out then.  Sorry for wasting you're time.  But seeing as we're both new in town, maybe we can help one another out?"

But before she could hear an answer someone approached from behind and, though her hands already rested on the handles of her swords just in case, her fingers wrapped around them in wariness.  She twisted and looked at an odd woman who offered to take them to shelter of some sort.  She can't be serious, she thought and rolled her eyes in her mind.  But then again it was wont of her think the worst people, even in the best of times.

Germaine furrowed her brows at her and, with a tilt of her head, asked with intense curiosity, "Why wouldn't it be great?  What's wrong with this place?"  As if she didn't already look like the new kid in town, she had to act like it too.

[Anonymous]

The creature watched angered at his sons lack of interest of trying to help, and his rudeness of not even having the decency to look at the person he was talking to, Feoigh snarled at this behaviour, never did he teach his children to behave in such a way, had he forgotten? As if he never existed? Claws digging into the roof beneath him, septic puss dripping from his gums as his lips curled up over his teeth eyes gazing furiously. The woman spoke to him, offering to help him along, he shouldn't need help, what was he weak? Like a duckling without its mother, lying low hoping nothing to see him? Is that what he was, he must say he thanked the devils whore for allowing him to see this, before he thought he was just upset due to his father figure not being there, but to be lost and not knowing his way?

Another female walked by his son, and the woman who towered tall, the same female he saw before, unsettled and wary of this place walked by them, looking down, Good she knows her place in the world, and then she turned back and spoke of offering. Eavesdropping on his son? And whats that she says/ Trying to, take his son away from him? Oh no, not again, never again,  a blood curdling cry was jolted out of his mouth, his right side twitching viciously his hand tearing up a chunk of the roof with it, his head tilted to the left stiffly, his lips curling upwards again, another scream of pain and anger and his right arm threw the chunk towards his son, he would get up and be a man and face him.

Lunging himself forward, the brute landing elegantly on his feet, face up, evident disgust in the boy, his right side twitched before a low husky  voice was emitted from his decaying mouth "You shall not leave me again" His eyes not once moving from the boy, he looked at the women, breathing heavily through his teeth, the puss being blew out of his mouth towards them, before he took a step towards them, slowly, cautiously, he did not trust the tall woman, she seemed to be the one to watch, his eyes glaring at her sizing her up, preparing himself for the on coming defence that was going to arise, he looked at the other woman, she seemed to be no threat, he doubted she'd even fight.

Eyes going again onto his son, now he, he better fight, Feoigh would not allow that bastard to walk away, not without even trying, he did not want his son to be like that, he was to be a warrior, he had always planned him out to be, "You, My son, should..."  Eyes glancing round to the women again before smirking and releasing a cold laugh "You should protect your.... Brides" He had made the snap decision that, even though he detested both of them, that his son, liked them, he hadn't grown up where he should have, and so his taste had probably fallen, they're was nothing to abnormal of these women, except one was tall, But then his son wasn't taller than her... the runt of the family. Clearly.

With his words over and done with, he breathed in, cracking his joints to loosen him up, he was stiff, it had been a long time since he'd prepared himself for a fight, he released his breathe slowly through his teeth, before screaming is anger and pained scream once more and striding towards them, eyes glaring, his side twitching every 4 steps, and his blind eye seemingly to be waiting for the fight to begin to make notes of what the others did.

[Anonymous]

Kynton turned to look at the woman that approached them and offered help, and after a moments' thought he opened his mouth to answer her after the taller woman had spoken but...something was wrong. He glanced to the side, seeing some sort of object flying right at his face and he ducked immediately, hearing the impact of it against the wall after he had moved. Then it fell, bouncing around with metallic clangs and scrapes against the street around their loosely-gathered group and, being a bit of a coward, he didn't open his eyes until he heard it stop rolling around; when he did open his eyes he saw what looked like some kind of distorted, twisted-up metal that was obviously very sharp. He sucked in a breath before straightening up again, though only for his eyes to meet another new sight; a man now was before them and coming closer.

His words did not make sense to Kynton at all, but, in fact, they confused the hell out of him. "You must have me mixed up with someone else," he said in a slightly hushed tone. He hated that feeling of being surrounded or trapped, both bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he stood there with the wall to his back and the two women and this strange man around him. It scared him a bit, though he would not say that out loud, but he tried his best to act the part of an unshaken man as he stood tall now, facing this man who called him his son. "I don't know any of you...I just came here and I have no intentions of playing along with any silly games."

Kynton turned then, determination falling quickly and the coward within him taking over as he  darted away from the three to escape that surrounded feeling that made him so uneasy, though he only went far enough so that he had an escape path should he need it. He didn't really care much for others or being around anyone else in general, but having been directly confronted by three in the short time since his arrival had him shaken on the inside, his eyes giving off that look of a frightened animal like a confused dog or uneasy horse where too much was being asked of it all at once.

Of course, being such a coward about socializing as well was a weak point of his that he didn't really care much for changing...but brides? The man must be mad to suggest something like that! Kynton shook his head a bit before looking behind his shoulder at the three, a puzzled look showing now as he wondered what in the world he'd gotten himself into by coming to this town. "Just need some space," he muttered under his breath as he turned his head to take in the look of wherever he was at the moment. It was dark but that didn't bother him and it was quiet for the most part, which he was glad for, but the thought of that ragged piece of metal clashing against wall still bothered him, a ringing in his head as he thought about it....the force that was needed to throw it like that. His mind side-tracked then, thinking about his own methods of escape should the situation take a turn to become even more difficult than it already was for his mind to take, a mind which was relatively unexposed to anything more than solitary life with hardly anything to ever bother him.

"I'm not taking anyone to be my bride," he clarified for the man as he turned to him, the wind slashing at his cloak again which he quickly snatched up with a snarl. "I came here for myself and it's pretty damned cold right now so I would appreciate it if you hurry up and say what you want to say to me..."

ooc: *bows head* Apologies for the massive delay, guys. >.<

[Anonymous]

"What's wrong with them? Do....you know where you are?" Zaali frowned, pursing her full lips together. Good lord, this girl was going to be eaten alive here. There was always, always something bigger and badder then you in Zantaric, so you had to be careful.

The rest of the conversation got lost as on of the creepiest things the woman had ever seen dropped down, hissing nonsense through it's rotted teeth. Her jaw dropped and Zaali quickly backpedaled, desperately hoping to avoid it's notice. It seemed focused on the boy.

Fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckWHAT?! Brides!? They....were crazy. The dude and his...father? Or maybe not? The man didn't seem to want anything to do with the monster. Not that Zaali could blame him.

Her back smacked into the wall of a nearby building and she winced, praying the man didn't notice her. Let her slip away and remember to never, ever, EVER try to help anyone in this town again.