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Post by Foxxling on Jul 29, 2008 13:53:26 GMT -5
Morgan silently walks through the empty night streets. His dark red irises gaze up towards the almost full moon. Even though he believes he is alone he shows no emotion, doesn't even smile or frown as he attempts to appreciate the beauty of the celestial sentinel of the night. Morgan's snow white, medium length hair blows in the wind and he stops. He leans against a street lamp and continues to stare up at the moon. If he could cry he would, as it turns out this walk wasn't the best idea...
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 29, 2008 16:44:05 GMT -5
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Claudius had ate his dinner and left the confines of madd cat tower in silent thought. His mind always on the dark Nouikketsu. Sometimes, the man confused him so even though his heart was the snake’s to command. The once proud witch, shattered from his curse of a gargoyle body hid within the counter curse of a human shape. Looking through the shadows in hopes of seeing the green haired male once more that night though to no avail. He drifted slowly closer to the war zone in the distance where he felt powerful magic in the midst of battle when he spotted a lone white haired man in silent thought.
“ You best be moving out. People are warring not far from here.” He called over to what he knew -HAD- to be a vampire. One didn’t work that many years on the paranormal force and not know a vamp when one saw one. Black locks seemed to stir from the slight breeze as his teal orbs trained upon the man. Not at all scared…. For the man could back himself up if things got ugy.
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Post by Foxxling on Jul 30, 2008 0:25:02 GMT -5
Morgan slowly tears his gaze from the moon, "War?" He asks the man. Instinctively he feels threatened, but the reaction was so natural to him he brushes it away easily, "War is everywhere, whether they fight with words, magic, swords or the lives of the young its all the same." He looks around, making sure they were alone, "War is just a part of life, if one runs and hides whenever there is war one would be running all the time..." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, "...and one who runs all the time is a gutless coward, are you insinuating that i am such?" he asks with a playful smile as he looks expectantly at what he assumes is another everyday human.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 30, 2008 0:45:50 GMT -5
“ Maybe so, but fighting a useless battle is no good either. It’s your funeral if you stick about, but to let you know…. The witches are fighting again. It’s only a matter of time before they spill it to the streets as usual.” He commented simply to the stranger as he looked him up and down. He certainly wasn’t of this area he thought as he fixed his glasses a bit upon his face. Looking off once more as the light of the lamp post highlighted the glass of his glasses.
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Post by Foxxling on Jul 30, 2008 1:06:04 GMT -5
Witches? Morgan thinks in disgust... witches call themselves policing the behavior of others, but who polices the witches? it doesn't seem fair to him, "How very right you are, i'd hate it if i were dragged into some meaningless brawl, such isn't my style." He takes a step towards the man, if he knows about witches he has probably guessed that he is talking to a vampire, good thing he isn't too thirsty, he isn't the type of person to play with his food. He decides to test the human, surely he had have some kind of protection if he was advising a vampire to flee a fight he must be heading towards. As he begins speaking his voice becomes a velvet purr, "and, if you don't mind me asking, what do you know about the witches?" As he asks the question he takes a deep breath. The human's stench stops his advance. He smells like trouble, more trouble than Morgan cares to deal with right now.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 30, 2008 8:12:39 GMT -5
“ Hn, you definitely are new to the city. I know enough. Their current leader Delano is on the warpath and wants the city ‘cleansed’ as they say. The witches have fallen from the grace they once held…so you won’t find any fair play when it comes to them. “ He reminded the vampire as his teal orbs looked off as the ground suddenly shook.
“ The battle is almost over…. I can sense it.” The witch announced. Claudius’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Though what would arise out of the ashes…. This was the scariest thought to his witching mind.
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Post by Foxxling on Jul 31, 2008 0:41:22 GMT -5
Morgan is surprised by the sudden tremor, so surprised he almost casts a spell to protect himself. He quickly regains his composure though. Morgan's pools of bloody sight size up the man as he comments, "If the witches are fighting why aren't you joining them?" He knows this is a human, and obviously this human isn't any mere mortal, "Why would you show interest in protecting some one such as I?" He asks, not even attempting to hide the accusation behind his words, "Unless you have something you wish to gain." Morgan slightly widens his stance. If this witch wanted to drag him into a fight he would be ready. No amount of seemingly genuine concern would make him lower his guard.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 31, 2008 5:53:35 GMT -5
Claudius simply laughed at the man’s assumptions, his teal eyes seemed alit with amusement for the first time in years in this form for someone other then Nou. Something he had lost in all those years of hiding his dark secret.
“ You must be new here. Most creatures of the city know my name all to easily since the last great execution was tried out upon my head as well as to why I wouldn’t help the witches. My name is Claudius Lothair, tried for treason against the coven a few months back. Escaped my execution with help of course. “ He told him, though just seeing if it rang a bell to the man’s ears. He had been tried…. For treason not because he did anything wrong, but because he was a threat. He was cursed during a battle to the shape of a gargoyle, and hid his secret for years till a attempted assassination upon a high ranking official who pissed someone off. He had tried to protect the witch… and a friend…. Though ended up loosing his concentration and power in the fight revealed his true cursed shape. Causeing him to be called a traitor against his organization and a threat since he might be inclined to give secrets away to the creatures of the night…
He was true to his coven… even though they were not true to him. In this, he was trying to rebuild his perfect organization co-ran by creatures of the night. He believed in reform since those creatures had lent him so much aid…. He would make a new law in this city.. .one that was fair. Even with the price upon his head by the witching council…. He would see his utopia realized.
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Post by Foxxling on Jul 31, 2008 23:23:30 GMT -5
Morgan doesn't let his emotions rise to the surface and expose themselves to Claudis.. he has to admit he is suprised that such an "important" person would be busying himself by chattin with a random vampire, even more suprised that he is staying and holding an indepth conversation with him. As Morgan hasn't been socializing in the city with anyone he didn't need to he found the name to be a new one. He has never been one to forgo his manners, not even if this man is a possible threat. In keeping with those manners he takes the last few steps forward and holds his hand out towards the man, "Then nice to meet you Claudis, My name is Morgan. There really isn't much more to it than that though." He says with a smile as he admits to himself that he is actually enjoying chatting with this stranger. Maybe he can let his guard down a little...
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 1, 2008 5:39:13 GMT -5
Claud smiled a bit at the man’s slight ease. Putting out his hand he took it within his grasps. Shakeing the mans palm for a moment before letting go. Eyes of teal peeked over the top rims of his glasses to the vampire before him.
“ I was heading over to sneak about the outskirts. I’m looking for a friend of mine who might be in that fight. He told me to stay away but… I can never do as I’m told.” He grinned to the man before bowing his head a bit in a gentlemanly fashion.
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Post by Foxxling on Aug 3, 2008 0:11:50 GMT -5
Morgan scratches the hand that just came into contact with the man. not out of irritation or disgust but out of curiosity. He tilts his head as the man mentions the battle again. He senses a gentle urgency as the man nods towards him like a noble of ancient times, "Well go see to your friend..." Morgan says as he turns to walk further down the street, away from the source of the tremors, "..Just make sure whoever is fighting doesn't kill you." as the words leave his mouth Morgan turns his head to look into the Claudis's Teal eyes as he bids farewell to the first person he has actually talked to in Cheshire
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 3, 2008 13:36:48 GMT -5
“ It was surely a pleasure to meet you then.” Claudius nodded to the man, getting the point that maybe he didn’t care for company much, though the man was free to come find him if he ever wanted to.
“ I’ll be sure to seeing you about again. I’m a man about town as they say.” He grinned before walking off once more into the night. Teal eyes in search of his friend who may have been in the battle with the witches.
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