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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 26, 2017 0:38:09 GMT
 THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME WHEN ALL BEAUTY'S DESTROYED He probably should have left days ago but his curiousity was getting the better of him. Since seperating from his companion and savior, Djinn, the feline had taken it upon himself to mosey around the wildes a little longer. That was when he had come acrossed an interesting city with interesting people. They were full of people who could do magic and had interesting tattoos -- or at least some of them. He found a very intriguing young maiden who could play with fire. She was a gal after his own heart. The way she could manipulate it to play among her fingers was not only weird but hypnotizing. Being a werepanther he was a little envious of the magic users. How useful it would be if he could just use it on the boss or his goonies. Of course though the boss knew better than to get a magic user like that. He primarily stuck to human or weres and had far more trouble with the ones with active powers like this young lass. Of course his entertainment came and gone with her and he was forced to move on. He walked along the stone street merely casting glances at the few stalls that were set up keeping his hands firmly to himself so he wouldn't be accused of stealing. He didn't need someone noticing him with a ruckus of false claims. He was about the middle of the street when he heard a man from the other side gave a soft clicking sound of his tongue. A foul stench was caught in the scent of the wind that reminded him of home. Casting a glance over his shoulder at the man who was now steadily approaching him. "This little kitty is far from home." the words were taunting as he approached on him. The panther bristled beneath his skin as hiss worked its way up his throat. "Be a good little kitty and come home. Boss has missed you." the words were spoken with false sweetness. Killian didn't know whether to back up or just stand there. He certainly had no intentions on going back, not now, not that he had been out this long. "We got some new clients that came in just waiting to get you purring."Killian attempted to dart around him but was grabbed at the base of his neck an immediate cat paralyzer. He stiffened. "Don't run. It's always worse when you run didn't your friend Lucia ever teach you that." He growled when those dirty lips mentioned his lost friend. "Don't you say her name, you filthy piece of shit." and with that he bent his arm and elbowed him in the gut. He wailed but only gripped him harder as the pain shot through him. "Let me go." he snarled. But the man only held onto him until his hand shifted making his claws extend and scratched the man on the side of the face. Immeditely he was let go and Killian went to bolt off. He zipped around a few patrons and glanced behind him that was when he was stopped dead in his tracks by running into what seemed like a brick wall of a man. He fell right off his feet and onto the stone road blinking hazily up at the Immortal commander. The man who had been hot on his heels could be seen slowing down once he realized who it was that Killian had run into. Instinctually he skittered to his feet and around the backside of Connor, peering out towards the man. |
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 26, 2017 1:12:25 GMT
The Hidden City was one he had certainly visited before. After all, there was not much else to do but explore the realm when you had been alive long enough to watch much of it rise, to begin with. In the last three hundred years, however, especially given how far away the place was from his post alongside the Immortal King, Connor hadn’t set foot in the city once. Diplomatic duties, too, often called for endeavors in many other corners of Oedir, far from the seclusion of this place the mages had hidden away in.
His reason for coming had been two-fold. In part, he sought to track down an acquaintance, one which had a special talent for scrying. He needed her, Lorena, to help in attempting to track down the people which had stolen Solara’s horses. The second reason was simple. The length of the journey to travel there and back, while also having a mind to complete some surveying, would be an easy way to avoid Solara herself for a couple of weeks. Given the state of affairs, particularly with her ranch having been burnt to a crisp, his proximity to her was growing more and more concerning. His offer for her to stay in his home was not one he wanted to withdraw; he didn’t, however, want her to end up put off in a heap somewhere because he’d accidentally, well… killed her.
Having friends, in that regard, was a bother. Something entirely new to him. Aside from his siblings, who he was far from close to, most anyone else had died in his presence when he indulged in contact with them for overly long. In the cases of others, of mentors… Well, those had been his conscious choice. It was simply easier to deal with people at a distance. Then again, the problems that created could be difficult to surmount, especially when you needed to track someone down because of a need for something from them. That was the case with Lorena. Having arrived in the city, dressed in far more casual garb than his traditional courtly, armored appearance, he had swept street after street looking for her shop. Asking around, too, had yielded little for answers. In truth, as the day began to wane, it seemed as though he’d spent a great deal of time looking for someone who might’ve altogether disappeared.
And then, he happened upon someone he hadn’t been looking for. Or rather, they plowed into him, as he lead his painted mare by her reins.
Planting his feet indignantly, he arched a brow as he looked down at the man. The Immortal was very nearly about to quip something at the flustered thing, before he rose and practically dashed behind him. The entire ordeal was very odd. Clearing his throat, the Commander started to turn. “What are you-” He trailed off, attention quickly refocusing as heavy, fast footsteps approached.
The man with a bleeding arm immediately, furiously, surged forward as he caught sight of Killian peeking out from behind the looming Immortal. Seemingly blinded by rage, he simply went for it – perhaps he would not, had he been paying more attention to the meat shield that was in the way. Connor took a few steps, releasing the reins of his mare, acting as though he were side-stepping to make way for the man. As he neared, however, it was in a flash that the Immortal caught his injured arm, side-stepped again, and twisted it. The man’s body jerked, immediately trying to alleviate the pain. At once, Connor set eyes on Killian, a brow arching in an expression that was somewhat curious. “I presume you did this?” Lifting one of his hands away from the man’s arm, Connor wiggled his gloved fingers, which were then coated in blood. “Why?”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 26, 2017 1:31:24 GMT
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME WHEN ALL BEAUTY'S DESTROYED He actually hadn’t expected his human shield to be worth his while and had he not been helpful he would have used that time to skitter off. He didn’t enjoy a tussle unless of course it was with a man or woman of his choosing under the sheets somewhere. That pain and this pain were entirely two different things and though usually he was pretty obedient, he didn’t want to be. He had been free long enough to get a taste of it and yearned for it. Was this what kept Lucia running? Those small doses she would get? He straightened his posture though as the commander was about to turn to talk to him only to get caught in his words when a charging guard came their way. Spying Killian right behind Connor, the man went for it only to be snatched up. A curious gleam now entered the panther’s eyes as he watched the writhing man wriggle in pain. He, however, was not expecting the attention to be turned back to him and for a moment, stared at Connor. Was he going to turn on him too if he answered truthfully? He was hesitant. He could smell danger in this man… and intriguing danger. A danger that reminded him very much so of his Fae Companion and that in itself was intriguing enough. ”He wishes to drag me back to Cendra..” He said simply. He could have lied and he probably should have but Killian found it hard to. This probably wouldn’t work in his favor as it were if he was one of those soldiers who didn’t care about the welfare of others he could let the man have him. There was always the possibility he could run off and shift. ” I’m owned.”He was however ready in case this did go south. Damn his willingness to be so truthful. Damn it to hell. He, however, prayed this man would have some mercy and that perhaps the goddess’s were shining down on him. It would suck to have such a handsome man turn out to be such a dud. |
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 26, 2017 2:08:47 GMT
The Commanders grip was firm on the wriggling man, his gaze unwavering on the other man who now lingered by his mare. Upon hearing the first part of his answer, Connor’s face smoothed slightly. When Killian finished, however, his brows slowly drew together in thought. Owned. Well, that was certainly not something he’d cared to partake in at all during his lifetime. Certainly in was prevalent enough in the realm. The idea had always just been something the Immortal was indifferent to, however. His household hadn’t held any slaves either.
His gaze wandered to the man’s heavily bleeding arm. The sight of the wound absently made him wonder exactly how a mortal managed to hold onto (well, it was clear he hadn’t been able to, actually) someone capable of tearing his flesh apart so easily. He almost felt bad for him. Eyes wandering back to the other man, the one who had used his form for refuge, he shrugged. With a heavy push, he sent the man stumbling onto his knees. His hand fell absently to the small of his back, fingers loosely curling around the pommel of one of two of his hidden blades. “Let him be. You aren’t in Cendra right now, and he doesn’t want to go back with you.”
Shuffling, fists shaking angrily, the man hissed spittle between his teeth. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my property!”[ Fumbling, his grip slipping because of the blood, he ripped a knife from a sheath at his hip, beady eyes darting between the Immortal and Killian. Connor’s expression was unchanged, as he regarded the man flatly – though he took a step to position himself between the two. It was from that angle that Killian would clearly see the fingers wrapped around his own knife, ready to pull it from the sheath at the small of his back.
The man was clearly angered with the gesture, squaring his shoulders as he edged toward the Immortal. His eyes were seething. “Move or I’m going to cut you down.”
Connor blinked at him, eyes flicking over his form. He noted easily the tense muscles, the blood rolling down his arm, his angry eyes, and the dew of sweat at his brow. “I think it would be wise for you to go.”
“Fuck you!” The man took a step forward.
That was the point at which Connor produced his own blade. Long, gleaming, with an edge that likely could’ve cut a hair. His voice came low, more threatening, speaking more of his position. “I’m going to gut you right here unless you walk down the damn street.”
The man froze in place, though his entire body stood tremoring with rage. He stayed like that for nearly a minute, eyes diverting back and forth between the pair confronting him. It was after that long hesitation that he finally huffed. Shaking his head, he shot Killian a murderous look, before moving to skirt around them. "You won't stay out here forever, Killian." With that, he seemed finally as though he were about to go.
Connor let him walk all of four steps before he lunged forward, one hand clapping over the man’s mouth as the other pressed his blade in between his ribs. Backing him the small distance to an alley between two closed stalls, he gave the body a push, leaving him crumpled there before turning back to Killian. With a small exhalation, he tilted his head, regarding the other man as he absently set to wiping the blood from his blade. “I doubt he’s alone if they came all the way from Cendra to get you.” The words were nonchalant, as if he hadn't just killed someone. "Do you have a place to hide?"
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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 26, 2017 15:57:20 GMT
So perhaps he did choose the right person. Almost a smug expression crossed his face as it seemed the commander was on his side. He stood in silence as the two seemed to bicker back and forth at one another.
His property? What a sake of shit. He wasn’t his property and if the boss heard that come out of his mouth then he would surely have died a lot sooner. Things were quickly beginning to get hostile and Killian made sure to continuously keep Connor between the two of them even if the other man was more focused on Connor anyways. He listened to their words and then the thread aimed right at him. He probably should have felt fear then but he didn’t mostly because he could guarantee that he wouldn’t be sticking around in this city for much longer. Djinn, if he ever did get curious as to where he went off to would just have to track him down like the brilliant tracker he was.
He thought it had been over as Connor let the man slip passed them; Killian side stepping again guaranteeing that he couldn’t get grabbed as he walked by but of course, the commander was not done with him. Part of him had seen it coming. No way would he allow that type of pride to sit and fester and much as he expected he jammed his blade into the back of the hassler’s ribs and drug him off to a corner.
The panther was above and beyond appreciative but sincerely grateful. His eyes for a moment remained on the crumpled body before realizing that this stud was now talking to him again. ”They travel in packs, this I can guarantee.” with that said he instinctively took another glance around them for a moment before Connor’s words drug him back in with his next set of words. ”No. I don’t but I imagine that would have been my cue to go anyways.” he spoke truthfully, yet again. Of course he was willing to stick around just a little longer if this commander had another idea. ”But if you have another plan, I am all ears.” he said cracking a small smile with a soft jest. By the look of this mans face he was seeming like he was all work and no play. He looked like he needed someone to lighten him up a bit.
Not like it would be a hard thing to do since he was quite the looker and handling that man almost so flawlessly one could say Killian enjoyed the show. However, this was not work and there was no need for shameless flirting…. No matter how devilishly handsome he was. ”After all, I should show my appreciation to a man who could have just as easily walked away as quickly as I stuck him in the middle.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he stood there quietly. He was only being honest had it been him in that situation he would have easily hands down probably walked away. It would not have benefitted him and so he would have seen no reason to help. Kindness was hard to find these days. ”Of course don’t feel obligated, sir----.” he lingered on the last bit attempting to get a name out of him. |
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 27, 2017 21:05:49 GMT
Connor slipped the blade away, again acting nonchalant about it. Without the threat of some inept idiot bearing down on him with a knife, he took that moment to really regard the man before him. Dark hair, a strong build – and a demeanor that seemed entirely unfazed by what had just transpired. A small, dry smile caused the corn of his mouth to raise. It was a novelty, something he appreciated. Given the circumstance, he could entirely guess as to why he reacted that was. “Well, truthfully I hadn’t a plan – I merely saw something that needed taking care of.” His eyes flicked to the corpse, his shoulder rolling as he paced closer to the man before him. Seeming to take that as a signal, his painted mare snorted and practically nudged Killian aside to meet him part way.
Grasping the reins, Connor tilted his head in thought. He hadn’t the experience, despite having been to this city previously, to guess just how the mages might react. He didn’t expect, however, that the law would act kindly. Certainly with explanation, perhaps, but he wasn’t in the mood for it. Nor did he wish to risk the political involvement of it… The dark-haired man was speaking. Eyes passing over Killian in a once over, he seemed to realize the man had just asked a question of him, and likely, too, made a proposition. Well… That was certainly bold. The Immortal met him with a small smirk. “My entire job places me in the middle. You needn’t worry.” He passed the reins over his mare’s neck. “Ah. My name is Connor.” A moment of pause. “And you are? Regardless. I think… It might be in both of our interests for me to get us out of here before trouble follows.” His foot rose, catching a stirrup. With an easy swing, though one which avoided the weakened grip in his left hand, he brought himself to his full height in the saddle. Reining the mare in a small circle, he offered his right hand to the man. Though the fastest option, he didn’t suspect his paint would like it. “Shall we?”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Oct 9, 2017 17:57:14 GMT
So that must be his thing, to take care of someone? Intrigued the feline tipped his head for a moment as he kept his eyes on him. ”Interesting though could have fooled me. You don’t seem like a man without a plan for something.” If it were up to him he would guess that this commander was a man with a constant plan. A direction…. He needed to go. That was something Killian wanted. He wanted to be able to know where his life was going to take him now that he was free -- or rather fighting to remain free. What was he to do with all this time now? The possibilities were endless and part of him, a rambunctious part of him, wanted to start with this man.
Now was he sure that this man was into other men? No. but in this day in age even straight men could be curious and being a man of war he could only guess he’d dabbled in that curiosity before. Men were needy creatures even if they claimed not to be. They still had a hunger that couldn’t be quenched for the sins of the flesh.
He spoke in an undertone and it was up to Connor to pick it up or not. It was also up to Connor on whether he would react to it or leave it be. His next set of words caused a corner of Killian’s lip to tug upwards as his eyes remained glued to the man steadily climbing into the saddle of his mare. ”Is that where you like to be… commander?” he asked curiously once more his tone being playful his expression mirroring his words. That was when he asked for his name he, of course, didn’t let the question linger. ”Killian.” he replied. ”A pleasure… to meet you.” He gave a once over for a moment as he lowered his hand in offering to help him up onto the horse. Being a wereanimal and coming from a business in which used him for entertainment purposes, he felt terrible for horses being used for transportation. He couldn’t entirely help it simply because he knew what it felt like. However, the commander was right they needed to move for if this man wasn’t alone it was likely they would be spotted again before long. Damn guardians have to ruin all of the fun, don’t they?
Grabbing the gloved hand with a small amount of hesitance he helped leap himself up onto the rump of the mare. He winced, feeling guilty. No less with the agility of a cat he remained light when he made contact with her. ”I'm game.” |
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 9, 2017 20:40:20 GMT
Connor’s own smile was knowing at the werebeast’s tone. Not a man without a plan for something, eh? Well, perhaps. He was certainly one defined by an odd oscillation between planning and calculation, and reaction. Indulging in risks, and then managing them. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t come here with a purpose. The truth of the words, though, had been in his quickness to kill the man. Of course, a plan would unfold now that the task had been done.
There Were seemed to regard him for a moment, and when he spoke again, the undertone of his words was not lost on him. One of his brows was slow to arch, a small smirk playing at the very corner of his mouth. “You could say I find it enjoyable. It keeps me entertained, gives me plenty of chances to see different places and… chance to try different things.” His clear appraisal prompted a lingering gaze from the Immortal, as he waited for the man to make up his mind.
When Killian finally took his hand, Connor flexed his arm to help pull the man up. The spirited paint danced under the added weight for a moment, almost protesting, before the Commander gathered her rein. A thin whistle from between his lips sent her trotting off at a fair place. Connor didn’t exactly warn the other man, nor did he reach to secure him, trusting that he’d handle the task himself. Hopefully without claws. “I was about to go to an Inn toward the periphery of the city. Is that suitable for you, or do you think his… allies will turn up there?”
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