Post by [ st r yder ] on Nov 18, 2007 15:39:45 GMT -5
I am left somewhat speechless by her words. I sit back down on my boulder, my eyes burning with anger.
"Do not be so sure of yourself, girl. Overconfidence will get you killed." My classic maniac smile forms on my lips, showing how ready I am to kill her. How ready I am to kill anyonw. This is not helping your case, Kazeielan, my mind screams. But I fear my bloodlust has already taken over. And I fight it, valiantly.
Wir waren namenlos Und ohne Lieder Recht wortlos Waren wir nie wieder Etwas sanglos
Well, that certainly got me out of my prior issue, but it just brought to my doorstep a whole new nest of nasty little issues and problems just ready to tackle me and eat my heart... A bit to detailed of a metaphor, perhaps? Or maybe not detailed enough.
Well, let's not start a fight now.
I blabbered uselessly, having no illusion that I might be able to actually stop and/or control either one of the two. One seemed almost a maniac, and the other one of those people you expect to wake and find standing over your bed with a knife to your through, and none of thsi was doing anything for my nerves.
And by the gods, where where my bodyguards?! No, where were the watchmen? I know I had volunteered here, but, still, we needed a little more security then just one man.
Let's just... all take a seat and talk like civilized people, not blood-thirsty assassins.
-|Call me Kal-|-I am a male elf, 30 years old-|-I lead the Grey Company with pride and regret-|- I have blue-grey hair and silver eyes to mark my face. I wear a long sleeve cream shirt, and a dark blue vest over that. If it is cold, a grey cloak rests on my shoulders|-
Post by |[Jayden]| on Nov 26, 2007 21:40:21 GMT -5
Her smirk darkened, though with her hood it was more than likely that no one saw this change, bless this cloak she was given, she hated her face, for it seemed to distract men more often than not. And as her beauty was something she could use to make those around her believe her to be just that, a beautiful woman, someone who could not kill, it made men fight slower, fight worse... And she proffered to fight those at the top of their game, so her victory would be more sweet.
She looked to the man who seemed even more angered by her confidence, but what he did not understand was that she was not being overconfident, she was simply stating a fact, she was stealth itself... One of the perks of being a Shade as well as a Lux Vampire. She could see that he was fighting back his inner demons, and from the words spoken of the other man, the elven man, proving her stealth would not be a wise decision at this point in time, for it would most certainly start a fight. Somethings, she supposed, were better left for other times.
She nodded to the elven man and then turned her gaze to the immortal. She kept her eyes dead set on him, if her hood were down the flash of her eyes from their icy blue to crimson for a moment would have been visible, again, bless her cloak. It hid her face and most of her sometimes overpowering aura.[/size]