The Ground Moves [Closed]

[vampireninja]

((This is my fist roleplying post here, so please let me know if I'm doing something wrong. ))



Vrexu was darting dangerously through the city, scarcely hearing cries of resentment as he ran into someone or knocked their latest purchase from their hands. He ground his teeth together in frustration. Why had he come this way? Hadn't he known that this part of the city was always the most crowded? For a moment, he stopped and craned his neck, searching to see how far the blockade stretched.

"Of course," he muttered quietly to himself, knowing that he could not make it through in an acceptable amount of time. Closing his eyes, he scratched the ground roughly with his claws. How much longer did he have?

With a quick growl, Vrexu turned and sprinted back the way he came, his form swift and quick as lightning through the masses. He loved the way it felt to run: free and uninhibited, flying almost. The speed was intoxicating, the way the ground moved underfoot even better. For a moment, he forgot why he was running, and lost himself in the pure bliss of the moment.

[The Jenn]

Lior stalked through the city streets, not bothering to weave between the crowds or other passerby. Most of them were quite quick to move for him instead. His dark gold eyes were hollow-looking, sunken into his face and as cold as his expression. Feline whiskers drew far forwards and his head was low as he moved. Wings tucked themselves tightly against his skinny sides, the bones of his ribs pressing against them. A dark black cloak covered most of his body past his neck, seemingly made of feathers and wings.

The aura of foreboding and dread that surrounded him could be felt by most of the people around him and they avoided coming near him like the plague. Like death. Perhaps the latter was more accurate. He looked like he could very well be death personified and, more importantly, he felt like it too. There seemed to be an aura of 'cold' surrounding him and anyone that stepped too close would feel chilled, as if an icy wind had just crossed their path.

He paid absolutely no attention to the people around him, intent on his purpose. Something seemed to be driving him and he moved on with a single-minded focus. He barely even noticed when a small mouse barreling down the street failed to avoid him like others did, not having done anything to prevent the collision himself. He just let out a rasping breath, took a few steps back, and then continued on as if he hadn't been touched. He didn't say a word or acknowledge the other's presence.

((OOC: Well, what better way to start than with a bang! Lior's a weird little kitty now that he has that lovely cloak. For more information on it and what your character will probably be feeling, being of that rank and so close to him, see his character thread here.))

[The Jenn]

((...erm, going to drop this. If you ever come back and want to play, please poke.))