The city signs with the sounds of life, people talking, music
blaring, the thrum of car enguines as vehicals head to an unknown
destination. But someone is wrong, the tension in the air is thick enough
to cut with a knife, voices strained, people driving like they are trying
to get away from something, or someone.
Out there in the middle of it all stands a figures dressed in black 6'1" of solid muscle, coiled and ready underblack cargo pants and a leather jacket. Tied back black hair falls over the katana strapped to his back as he peered out under dark lashes at the world he'd been withhelf from fromore then 5 centuries.
A sickening grin flowed onto the pale, almost blueish lips that play on pale flesh. With one final look around, he moved forward, swift and graceful, in search of his home, his previous life.
The hooting owl graced the night sku as a lone wolf far from home howled at the hunters moon.
Shinigami, as it may, found himself roaming a crypt near the center of an old roma catholic cemetary. Humming to himself, he now and then blurted out a random idea or thought, his voice echoing off the walls and cavern surrounding him.
"A cherry blossom, beautiful, but die so quickly..." Silence echoed a moment longer before he flopped down onto the lid of a sarcophagus and muttered to himself some more.
"Death, beautiful. I am HE....!" His voice trailed off to a rather singy tune, " Red blood, dirty floor, gotta clean it up! Eat it up!" Upon falling silent again, anothers presence made itself known.
Shinigmai jumped back to his feat and glares at the main enterance, the flickering light of a candle showing itself down the twirling staircase, the metal creaking under the beings weight.
Segui no Tenshi, Angel of Justice, made his way ever slowly down teh stairs, amusical voice entering the room long before he ever did.
"You never seice to amaze me Duo, or shoul I be calling you Shinigami?" Shinigami fell to giggles, not answering till Segui entered the room himself.
"Dance the fairies! Skies are baring, Stars listening, are you listening?" Segui laughed, Duo had totally lost it. That or his acting had certainly improved.
"Yes, ever listening. Always listening." Shinigami nodded his approval, and sat down again, head lolling a moment as he remained lost in though. WIth his head still back, he shifted so he could look at Segui, a manic grin plastered to his face.
"Enjoy the darkness? Sunrise gone."
Segui shook his head. He almost certainly DIDN'T enjoy the darkness, his capture, what a stupid question! Then again, he was talking to a full fledged Malkavian, so maybe it wasn't so stupid after all.
By the time Segui hopped back to reality, Shinigami was no longer on the sarcophagus but in standing in the doorway behind Segui, dancing up and down the stairs around the burning candle.
"Up, Down, All aroung. " Duo turned to look at Segui, " Panthers hunt, Cheeta's run. Play! Lets play with the tigers paw!" With that he bolted up the stairs, causing a glare of light as he kicked the candle into an elaborate net of cobwebs that lined the walls and ceiling of the room. Over the last four steps of the stair case, he danced and recited the first quatrain of a poem by William Blake:
"Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Giving a twirl as he entered the cemetary, Duo dashed for a tomb stone and drew his scythe from where he had placed it upon entering the crypt.Slashing the tombstone in half with an ease arch of the gleaming black blade.
A few steps behind, Segui followed, a leisurly pace slipping him into the cemetary like an unseen shadow passing behind a light.
Within the gravesite, an owl hooted its call, mice skittered about unwanting of becoming food. A dog lay on its owners grave, mourning. And a group of teens, goths by societies termonology, wander amungst the graves, unbeknownst to be walking straight towards Segui with a silent, playful Shinigami, dancing a merry jig beside him.
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Kovanicka: There is part two.. Hope people still like this ^_^;;;;;; If you guys ever liked it to begin with. You've read, time to review!!! T'ankies!
Out there in the middle of it all stands a figures dressed in black 6'1" of solid muscle, coiled and ready underblack cargo pants and a leather jacket. Tied back black hair falls over the katana strapped to his back as he peered out under dark lashes at the world he'd been withhelf from fromore then 5 centuries.
A sickening grin flowed onto the pale, almost blueish lips that play on pale flesh. With one final look around, he moved forward, swift and graceful, in search of his home, his previous life.
The hooting owl graced the night sku as a lone wolf far from home howled at the hunters moon.
Shinigami, as it may, found himself roaming a crypt near the center of an old roma catholic cemetary. Humming to himself, he now and then blurted out a random idea or thought, his voice echoing off the walls and cavern surrounding him.
"A cherry blossom, beautiful, but die so quickly..." Silence echoed a moment longer before he flopped down onto the lid of a sarcophagus and muttered to himself some more.
"Death, beautiful. I am HE....!" His voice trailed off to a rather singy tune, " Red blood, dirty floor, gotta clean it up! Eat it up!" Upon falling silent again, anothers presence made itself known.
Shinigmai jumped back to his feat and glares at the main enterance, the flickering light of a candle showing itself down the twirling staircase, the metal creaking under the beings weight.
Segui no Tenshi, Angel of Justice, made his way ever slowly down teh stairs, amusical voice entering the room long before he ever did.
"You never seice to amaze me Duo, or shoul I be calling you Shinigami?" Shinigami fell to giggles, not answering till Segui entered the room himself.
"Dance the fairies! Skies are baring, Stars listening, are you listening?" Segui laughed, Duo had totally lost it. That or his acting had certainly improved.
"Yes, ever listening. Always listening." Shinigami nodded his approval, and sat down again, head lolling a moment as he remained lost in though. WIth his head still back, he shifted so he could look at Segui, a manic grin plastered to his face.
"Enjoy the darkness? Sunrise gone."
Segui shook his head. He almost certainly DIDN'T enjoy the darkness, his capture, what a stupid question! Then again, he was talking to a full fledged Malkavian, so maybe it wasn't so stupid after all.
By the time Segui hopped back to reality, Shinigami was no longer on the sarcophagus but in standing in the doorway behind Segui, dancing up and down the stairs around the burning candle.
"Up, Down, All aroung. " Duo turned to look at Segui, " Panthers hunt, Cheeta's run. Play! Lets play with the tigers paw!" With that he bolted up the stairs, causing a glare of light as he kicked the candle into an elaborate net of cobwebs that lined the walls and ceiling of the room. Over the last four steps of the stair case, he danced and recited the first quatrain of a poem by William Blake:
"Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Giving a twirl as he entered the cemetary, Duo dashed for a tomb stone and drew his scythe from where he had placed it upon entering the crypt.Slashing the tombstone in half with an ease arch of the gleaming black blade.
A few steps behind, Segui followed, a leisurly pace slipping him into the cemetary like an unseen shadow passing behind a light.
Within the gravesite, an owl hooted its call, mice skittered about unwanting of becoming food. A dog lay on its owners grave, mourning. And a group of teens, goths by societies termonology, wander amungst the graves, unbeknownst to be walking straight towards Segui with a silent, playful Shinigami, dancing a merry jig beside him.
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Kovanicka: There is part two.. Hope people still like this ^_^;;;;;; If you guys ever liked it to begin with. You've read, time to review!!! T'ankies!