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Soran Nightblade
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"It's me," Caleb confirmed approvingly.
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Caleb tried not to feel out of place as he walked back into Celeste's room. "I got hold of some bread," he said, drawing the loaf out of the bag he was carrying and extending it to her. He stepped into the room and set the ice he'd brought in the sink. He looked over his shoulder at her and pondered her for a moment before turning back into the main part of the room and thunking down in a chair in the corner. He took a deep breath and pulled the jerky he'd gotten out of the bag. "So...you don't know where you're trying to go? You're just wandering looking for your siblings?" he asked her, taking a large bite of the salty meat.
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Emora Deen
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Stephan had slept longer than he intended. He had even fallen asleep without tending the wound on his back. Which, he soon realized after sitting up, was a bad idea. It had bleed all over the sheets and the mattress. He’d leave a little extra on the covers to pay for the damage. He was sure that was one stain that would not come out.
He went to the wash bowl and squeezed a rag of cold water down his back, washing the blood off. It dripped down to lip of his pants. When he was through he tried his best wrap the bandage around it, but sadly he couldn’t manage to get it right. The positioning of the wound was out of his reach. He went to the door and opened it, poking his head out just as one of a young woman came by, carrying a basket of sheets. She must have been the inn keeper’s daughter or something. He grabbed her arm as she passed, and it must have startled her. He kept his eyes trained on the ground. He didn’t want to use his power on her, he didn’t want her to fear him. He wanted her help after all… So maybe he’d appear a little shy.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice shaking a bit. She probably expected him to drag her into the room and do something horrible to her. She’d especially think so if they met eyes.
“I need help. I was attacked last night, and my back is cut. I can’t put this bandage on it. Would you mind? If it makes you comfortable you can leave the door open,” he pointed out, letting her arm go and turning to go back into the room.
He could feel her eyes as she lowered the basket, probably staring at the large gash going across his shoulder blades. He held out the gauze bandage. “I really appreciate this.”
He glanced to the bed. “Sorry… I’ll pay for it.”
“Who attacked you?” the woman said as she looped her arms around him, grabbing the gauze and wrapping it around his chest and back, going under one arm and over the other.
“A demon,” he told her softly, looking out the window as he watched the snow fall in light flurries.
“Oh dear, you are lucky to have escaped at all,” she breathed, looping the last strand of bandage around to his back and tying it with the loose end.
“It wasn’t hard,” he said with a confident smirk. “Well, thank you.”
He turned his body half too her, but didn’t raise his head or eyes.
She tilted her head up to him. “Is something wrong?” she asked him softly.
“No,” he replied, shifting out of the way and walking to his torn shirt. He’d have to get a new one. Then, after slipping on the shirt, he pulled the coat on, realizing that he’d also have to buy a new one. He hadn’t even remembered the need to fix the leather on his sheath. “Do you know where I can-“ he was turning as he spoke, not even thinking the girl would be standing where she was.
He bumped right into her, so hard he nearly knocked her down. He reached out, grabbing her by the arms to steady her on her feet. His eyes instinctively looking to her. When his gaze met hers she sucked in a breath, jerking from his grasp and taking a step back.
“Damn it,” he muttered in a barely audible whisper as she stumbled towards the door, probably completely terrified of him now.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go,” she told him quickly, grabbing up the basket of laundry and hurrying down the hall.
“Wait!” Stephan tried, moving to apologies to her… But, she never stopped.
When he was finished dressing he thought he’d go down to get breakfast, or lunch… How late was it anyway? He had no idea how long he had slept.
He went to the wash bowl and squeezed a rag of cold water down his back, washing the blood off. It dripped down to lip of his pants. When he was through he tried his best wrap the bandage around it, but sadly he couldn’t manage to get it right. The positioning of the wound was out of his reach. He went to the door and opened it, poking his head out just as one of a young woman came by, carrying a basket of sheets. She must have been the inn keeper’s daughter or something. He grabbed her arm as she passed, and it must have startled her. He kept his eyes trained on the ground. He didn’t want to use his power on her, he didn’t want her to fear him. He wanted her help after all… So maybe he’d appear a little shy.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice shaking a bit. She probably expected him to drag her into the room and do something horrible to her. She’d especially think so if they met eyes.
“I need help. I was attacked last night, and my back is cut. I can’t put this bandage on it. Would you mind? If it makes you comfortable you can leave the door open,” he pointed out, letting her arm go and turning to go back into the room.
He could feel her eyes as she lowered the basket, probably staring at the large gash going across his shoulder blades. He held out the gauze bandage. “I really appreciate this.”
He glanced to the bed. “Sorry… I’ll pay for it.”
“Who attacked you?” the woman said as she looped her arms around him, grabbing the gauze and wrapping it around his chest and back, going under one arm and over the other.
“A demon,” he told her softly, looking out the window as he watched the snow fall in light flurries.
“Oh dear, you are lucky to have escaped at all,” she breathed, looping the last strand of bandage around to his back and tying it with the loose end.
“It wasn’t hard,” he said with a confident smirk. “Well, thank you.”
He turned his body half too her, but didn’t raise his head or eyes.
She tilted her head up to him. “Is something wrong?” she asked him softly.
“No,” he replied, shifting out of the way and walking to his torn shirt. He’d have to get a new one. Then, after slipping on the shirt, he pulled the coat on, realizing that he’d also have to buy a new one. He hadn’t even remembered the need to fix the leather on his sheath. “Do you know where I can-“ he was turning as he spoke, not even thinking the girl would be standing where she was.
He bumped right into her, so hard he nearly knocked her down. He reached out, grabbing her by the arms to steady her on her feet. His eyes instinctively looking to her. When his gaze met hers she sucked in a breath, jerking from his grasp and taking a step back.
“Damn it,” he muttered in a barely audible whisper as she stumbled towards the door, probably completely terrified of him now.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go,” she told him quickly, grabbing up the basket of laundry and hurrying down the hall.
“Wait!” Stephan tried, moving to apologies to her… But, she never stopped.
When he was finished dressing he thought he’d go down to get breakfast, or lunch… How late was it anyway? He had no idea how long he had slept.
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Celeste
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Yoruhana walked into the inn, her 'red' hair tinged gold from her attempt to clean the blood out of it, her emerald eyes looked around the room. The commoners took a little notice of the black cloaked demon, but even with her wings hidden, her short horns covered by her hair, they could still sense the darkness her presence brought. She smelled the air slowly and smiled a bit, it was almost a sneer, for she could smell both the Feathers that belonged to an Angel, and Blood of the man she had attacked.
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Stephan grabbed his swords, with the broken sheath, and held them in one hand as he left the room, descending the steps. He caught the faint sent of blood, but figured it was his own since his clothes were soaked in them.
Before he made it completely down the steps he could see the inn keeper coming across the table and stepping towards him with a vicious look in his eyes. Behind the counter was the woman who had looked him in the eyes, obviously still shaken.
Curse the wizard who had “blessed” his people with this gift. “What did you do to my daughter?!” The man bellowed and shoved hard on Stephan’s shoulders.
Stephan could have easily killed the man even before his callused hands could touch him, and yet he showed reserve and allowed himself to be pushed.
“There is a miss understanding,” he told the inn keeper calmly.
“You brought her into your room?!” he asked in a roar.
“To help me bandage a wound, I-“
“Like hell! I knew not to trust you…” he was seething, and Stephan knew that he could handle the situation in two ways. Fight and kill the man, or fight and incapacitate him so he wouldn’t cause himself to be killed.
“I’m leaving,” Stephan said as he put up his hands. He didn’t need trouble, and everyone in the inn seemed to be rising slowly to help the inn keeper.
“You’re damn right you are,” the inn keeper growled as he went to throw a punch at the Raith. Stephan twisted to the side, the inn keeper missed and stumbled over to land on the steps.
Stephan didn’t even look to make sure the man was alright; after all it wasn’t like the fall could seriously hurt him. Instead he moved to head towards the door… but found his path obstructed by the tavern patriots. With all the commotion, he hadn’t even noticed the demon he’d encountered was in the room.
“I’m not here for trouble. I’m just looking for a friend,” he told them as one of his hands reached out for the handle of his short swords. “Xheira Morwen.”
“What business do you have with Xheira,” someone behind him asked. Stephan glanced over. “I’m a friend…”
“Stephan?” the man asked as he set his mug of coffee down.
Stephan narrowed his eyes. “Aye,” he replied slowly.
The man rose from the table, tall and then, and pushed through the crowd that had gathered around them. “I’m sorry… but Xheira is dead.”
Stephan felt the floor drop out from under him, or at least he could have sworn it had. The visible pale shock that suddenly came to the Raith features, that made his cold white skin all the more stark, was enough to make even the inn keeper back off his rage driven agenda.
Before he made it completely down the steps he could see the inn keeper coming across the table and stepping towards him with a vicious look in his eyes. Behind the counter was the woman who had looked him in the eyes, obviously still shaken.
Curse the wizard who had “blessed” his people with this gift. “What did you do to my daughter?!” The man bellowed and shoved hard on Stephan’s shoulders.
Stephan could have easily killed the man even before his callused hands could touch him, and yet he showed reserve and allowed himself to be pushed.
“There is a miss understanding,” he told the inn keeper calmly.
“You brought her into your room?!” he asked in a roar.
“To help me bandage a wound, I-“
“Like hell! I knew not to trust you…” he was seething, and Stephan knew that he could handle the situation in two ways. Fight and kill the man, or fight and incapacitate him so he wouldn’t cause himself to be killed.
“I’m leaving,” Stephan said as he put up his hands. He didn’t need trouble, and everyone in the inn seemed to be rising slowly to help the inn keeper.
“You’re damn right you are,” the inn keeper growled as he went to throw a punch at the Raith. Stephan twisted to the side, the inn keeper missed and stumbled over to land on the steps.
Stephan didn’t even look to make sure the man was alright; after all it wasn’t like the fall could seriously hurt him. Instead he moved to head towards the door… but found his path obstructed by the tavern patriots. With all the commotion, he hadn’t even noticed the demon he’d encountered was in the room.
“I’m not here for trouble. I’m just looking for a friend,” he told them as one of his hands reached out for the handle of his short swords. “Xheira Morwen.”
“What business do you have with Xheira,” someone behind him asked. Stephan glanced over. “I’m a friend…”
“Stephan?” the man asked as he set his mug of coffee down.
Stephan narrowed his eyes. “Aye,” he replied slowly.
The man rose from the table, tall and then, and pushed through the crowd that had gathered around them. “I’m sorry… but Xheira is dead.”
Stephan felt the floor drop out from under him, or at least he could have sworn it had. The visible pale shock that suddenly came to the Raith features, that made his cold white skin all the more stark, was enough to make even the inn keeper back off his rage driven agenda.
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Soran Nightblade
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Caleb sighed and downed the rest of his food, barely chewing it. "I brought some ice, in case you need it," he said. "If you want me to change your bandages, I will." He didn't want to sound forward, but he was also concerned about the gashes.
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Caleb cautiously took her response for a yes. He could even do this respectfully this time. "If you could, just lie on your stomach on the bed and show me your back. You can cover the rest with the sheets," he said, turning away so she would have privacy. Despite the calm strength of his voice, he could feel his pulse jumping harder in his chest. He privately wondered if this was a good idea.
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Celeste
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Celeste slowly did what Caleb did, she tucked her wings, hid her face in some of her downy feathers. "hopefully nothing is infected or worst" she mumbled, more to herself than to Caleb. She closed her eyes ad sighed "this is going to sound strange . . .but I have a twin who is a demon"
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The inn keeper looked to the woman, and then to Stephan. “Don’t defend him if you plan on wanting a place to sleep,” he muttered, but didn’t move to attack the young Raith. He appeared to be devastated to a point that not even he could bring the man to, no matter what he tried.
“Dead?” Stephan finally croaked out, feeling all the eyes in the tavern on him. So shocked was he that not even the familiar voice of his attacker could snap him out of the trance he’d been dragged into.
“Raped and killed by Arken soldiers when they came through,” he told Stephan softly.
The words cut deeply into the Raith, and he felt his stomach twist into harsh knots at the horrible thought. Xheira had left the desert and their villages to escape such a fate, only to find it befall her in a land of so called peace. His yellow eyes stared down at the wooden floor. “Names,” he spoke coldly, harshly.
“There is no way to know their names. They were just Arken scum… I’m sorry,” he told Stephan, thinking he must comfort the man somehow. However, the raw look so filled with undeniable rage that had come to the Raith’s face kept everyone in the room back. “You can’t track them,” he added. “They’re a half of month ahead of you.”
But, Stephan’s ears no longer heard his words. He felt the people closing in, though no one was moving. The walls were coming in with them, and he needed air. So Stephan turned from them and walked as if he were about to shift into a run. He brushed passed the woman, meeting her eyes, but not even able to recognize her without her hair so rich with blood. He pulled the door open and rushed out into the snow until he was standing a little ways away from the inn. He turned his head to the sky and took a deep ragged breath, unable to understand how his body could hold in such a hatful need to kill.
“Dead?” Stephan finally croaked out, feeling all the eyes in the tavern on him. So shocked was he that not even the familiar voice of his attacker could snap him out of the trance he’d been dragged into.
“Raped and killed by Arken soldiers when they came through,” he told Stephan softly.
The words cut deeply into the Raith, and he felt his stomach twist into harsh knots at the horrible thought. Xheira had left the desert and their villages to escape such a fate, only to find it befall her in a land of so called peace. His yellow eyes stared down at the wooden floor. “Names,” he spoke coldly, harshly.
“There is no way to know their names. They were just Arken scum… I’m sorry,” he told Stephan, thinking he must comfort the man somehow. However, the raw look so filled with undeniable rage that had come to the Raith’s face kept everyone in the room back. “You can’t track them,” he added. “They’re a half of month ahead of you.”
But, Stephan’s ears no longer heard his words. He felt the people closing in, though no one was moving. The walls were coming in with them, and he needed air. So Stephan turned from them and walked as if he were about to shift into a run. He brushed passed the woman, meeting her eyes, but not even able to recognize her without her hair so rich with blood. He pulled the door open and rushed out into the snow until he was standing a little ways away from the inn. He turned his head to the sky and took a deep ragged breath, unable to understand how his body could hold in such a hatful need to kill.
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Caleb turned and brought the ice to the side of the bed before kneeling next to her. "That does sound strange," he confirmed frankly. He began carefully removing the makeshift bandages he'd applied the night before. Unfortunately, since he hadn't had the right materials, some of the gashes had clotted to the fabric. He used a small piece of ice to try to gradually soften the scab to remove the cloth, but it still caught at certain points. He tried to distract her with his less than stellar conversational skills. "I didn't think demons and angels....mingled."
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Celeste
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"we don't . . ." She made a face as Caleb pulled one of the bandages off "We were born as one child. Our father separated us at the cost of her grace" Celeste shivered a bit from fear of the memory and the chill of the ice.
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"I'm here to find An Angel I do believe I smell one here" Yoruhana smiled showing her fangs "you'd be nice to tell me where she is . . .or else . . ."
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"I'm here to find An Angel I do believe I smell one here" Yoruhana smiled showing her fangs "you'd be nice to tell me where she is . . .or else . . ."