Heirot

Darkness filled the air, water seemed to cling to everything. The docks were busy with the unloading of cargo from a ship nearby. Rogue hung in the shadows with her pit down next to her feet. The black dog's red eyes were the only noticable trait in the darkness. The wind whipped Rogue's ebony hair across her white face. Her lips were stained from tonight's recent meal. There was a slight glint in her eyes, whether it was from pain, happiness, or sorrow, no one could tell. Evil growled lowly at her feet. "Hush up," she whispered noticing what he was growling at. Three men were carrying torches and scurrying around as they searched for her. They were cautious, and seemed to be scared out of their wits. Rogue and Evil could smell their fear.
"She went that way," one of them cried, pointing in the complete opposite direction than where she was standing, watching. The men silently stalked off on their official business while Rogue continued to stay behind. When the coast was clear, she and Evil continued down the alleyways, not really looking for anything in particular.The shadows seemed to move with them but not intentionally. It was if they were under her spell as well.

OOC: mind me joining?

IC: Presea held Borel tightly to her young and seemingly, newly developed chest. She effortlessly carried her axe on her back while she stood and watched men with torches scatter, looking for someone.

"Borel," she said in her monotone voice. "They are searching for someone." She hadn't been around people in a long time. Not since that woman had taken her in then Presea had wandered off... again. She never stayed too long with people. She could never get along with the living.

Borel the bear, with his tiny black bead eyes, watched the men then fuond his gaze drifting towards the shadows. They seemed to be moving.

"Presea, be careful." said the little brown bear in her arms, "The shadows don't look right." Presea looked down at him with her empty grey eyes. When had danger mattered to her?

OC: no I don't mind. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to this thread. I kinda sort of forgot about it.

IC:Rogue walked cautiously through the darkness. The pit by her side would never fail her if anyone threatened her. As she walked she got the feeling she was being watched. Someone noticed, but who, what was it. She licked her lips slightly and looked over her shoulder with death in her eyes. In the distance something rattled or rustled, sort of a little of both. She froze in her own footsteps, and Evil began once more to growl down the alleyway.

Rogue was afraid of nothing," Who's there? Make your presence known," she demanded, voice smooth yet cold.

"Who's there? Make your presence known," she demanded, voice smooth yet cold.

Presea stayed blank and expressionless. Borel's glassy eyes glinted with concern has he hung around Presea's dress belt. Presea walked up to the woman seeming like a brave child, but she really just couldn't get scared.

"You're ..... dog is growling at me." she said blankly. She looked at the woman with emotionless eyes. Presea didn't know why she was even approaching this woman, maybe, deep down inside her, she was unconsciously longing for any kind of human contact.

Rogue looked blankly at the girl and then realized that she was scared. Something within broke free. She snapped her fingers and snapped her head down towards the dog," Hush, Evil," then back to the girl," Who are you? What's your name, and why are you in my territory?" Her snow white teeth shown through her parted lips as she spoke. She listened for a response intently.

Presea stared at her blankly. "I am Presea." she said quietly. "I just wandered here... where am I?" she asked the lady with seriousness. Borel sighed at her waist.

OC: This may seem a little like I'm repeating myself or something but Rogue is starting to think Presea is setting her up.

IC:Rogue wondered in amusement why this seemingly innocent creature didn't know she had wondered into the darkest place in all of Heirot, and that if she was found with Rogue that they would both be killed, "You're near the Arroes City docks. Why have you come here?"

More people hurried by with laterns bright. They all seemed to be hunting for something. Rogue knew they were hunting for her. She slouched down into the shadows of an alleyway. She noticed this Presea girl was still standing there in full view of any spectators. She pulled her down by the hand, and she felt sabotage in the air. Was this girl trying to set her up to get killed?! Rogue pulled the dagger from her boot and placed it at the girl's throat. "Why are you here? Who sent you?"

Arreos... Presea thought. It ran a bell in her mind somewhere. SUddenly she was tugged down near the woman with a knife at her throat, not like she was scared.

"Sent me??" she wondered, repeating the woman's words. Blankly she blinked up at the woman. "The last person I met lived in the forests. She gave me no orders when I left..."

Rogue loosened her grip and dropped the knife. "Oh...ok...so you're a wonderer. What brought you here?"

Presea blinked blankly at the woman. "I don't.... know." she said like a lost child. Presea unconsciously drifted into her memories. Remembering the night of bloodshed and a faceless agony that was ripping at her heart. When she had come to, Presea couldn't even cry, and she had this undying rage to kill all of the Arroes scientists.

"I want...my soul back..." she whispered softly and broke into uncontrolable sobs.

Rogue, now interested, asked," Wha...what do you mean 'soul..back'? Do you not have one?" Rogue didn't know what or who she was talking to. She knew this girl wasn't mortal, but what exactly was she? Demon? This city is filled with the immortal, many who happen to be friends of hers. Could this lost girl become one? Could she be an unnderstanding friend who could except that Rogue devoured mortal lives to live? "And by the way we can't stay here much longer or we'll be found. Whether you like it or not, you'll be killed for being seen with me. That's just how it is. Where shall we go?" she asked finally standing up and fixing herself (clothes, hair, wiping the blood off the corner of her lips, etc. [supposedly 'classy']).

The bear Borel, anxious from the sense of danger, jumped down from his strap. "Presea, hush!" he commanded and Presea's tears immediantly stopped. Borel looked around the corner and through the dim lights of torches, saw that it was clear on that side. "I guess we must move quick. You know this city more than Presea?" he asked of the woman.

"Borel..." Presea mummured quietly.

The wind whispered in the dark alleyway and the sudden voice of a person nearby stunned Rogue. Looking down at the Presea's waist, where the voice came from, Rogue noticed that the stiff stuffed animal instantly came into motion. Rogue eyes widened but then returned to normal when she reminded herself that here...nothing was 'normal'.

"Okay. We'll take the back streets to the tavern where you can be fed and cleaned up. It's an underground for us vamps. Everyone knows everyone there. We all know each other's life stories and we try to look over the background of some. No one really talks about our vampism. It's just understood. You know?" she started farther down the alley and turned the corner. It wasn't too far from where they where now. Rogue walked in long strides to get to the tavern before anyone human noticed her. She glanced back to see if the girl was following her, because she didn't want to leave her alone.

Borel bid Presea to follow behind the woman. 'A vampire huh?' Borel thought. Without a word, Presea scooped Borel up from behind and replace him in his original spot at her waist. Presea followed silently behind the woman, there were not even footsteps to echo behind her.

Reaching the tarvern, Rogue opened the door and let Presea and Borel enter first. (She may be Vampire but no one said she wasn't polite.) The ones inside suddenly stop everything they were doing to see who was walking in. A taller, more gallant young man with short black hair stealthly walked over to greet them. "Hey, Rogue, how's it goin' tonight," he glanced over to the young girl and her companion," Who is this?"

She responded to his curious question without thought," This is Presea and Borel. I meet up with her in the alley on my way back. How's your night been, Lathan?"

"Pretty good. Got my catch early. Nice young blood," a cunning smile slipped across his lips," Can't get any better than that."

They both laughed. Rogue turned back to Presea, hoping she'd loosen up a little, "Would you like something to eat? Or drink?"