"Shadow! Shadow where are you!?" came a young woman's voice. She was nearby but not quite close enough to see the stranger yet. The cat continued to stare at Vasharti, almost as though he was mezmorized by him. However, once his owner had called him again he turned his head to see her.
Hazel Reid burst through the bushes. Her bright lavender hair stood out from the green and brown tones surrounding her. She almost didn't see the stranger at first, she was just so happy to be reunited with her beloved cat. "Shadow! Oh, there you are! I've been worried sick!" she took a couple steps forward, only then did she notice the man standing there.
"Oh! Hello. You must have found him! Thank you so much! He doesn't usually run off like that. I have no idea why he did it!" Hazel said before bending down and scooping Shadow up in her arms. The cat continued to stare at Vasharti. It was as if it knew that there was something different about him; very different.
"You stinker! Don't ever scare me like that again!" Hazel scolded before pressing her face into Shadow's fur. She couldn't imagine losing him, and for a moment she thought she had. "Oh," Hazel vocalized, as if suddenly remembering the person that was standing there. "Do you need anything? Are you lost?" she asked; sensing that this man had been looking for something, and it wasn't her cat.
Every click, clack, click, clack of her dark booted heels brought her one step closer into the throng of darkness. A city that never sleeps, yet every predator can always hunt in. Each languid step is a haunting melody among the gyrating bodies and pulsating vibrations of hte music as sshe weaved among the crowd, the buildings, and welcoming pulse of warm bodies and a delicious meal. She felt every vibration in her muscles and rumble in her bones. Compared to the nonexistent leather slicked skin, she drew the darkness to her as she stalked through the crowd. Willowy body covered in slick real leather and a corset that bit into her bony rib cage. Obsidian black hair pushed forward to hang over either bare shoulder.
She stalked, waiting for the Witch's Hour to strike 3. For that breathtaking rush when she would be at her most powerful. Another minute ticked by and as she stalked the crowd her vermilion eyes searched the crowd. Staring into blurred gazes and distant faces. Stared into shut eyes and sober thoughts. Every drunk kid that dared brush their arm against hers cringed away from her frigid and lifeless touch. All around her was life and light and laughter. They all gave her a wide birth.
Rumor had it that one of those white, feathered, birds had grown too bold. It taunted her by touching ground In her temporary city. The very city that with every chance she promised she’d pluck the feathers off one by one until their agonized screams echoed like a musical in the air. And boy wasn’t she going to start with the very one that dared to be here tonight. Her vermilion eyes searched the crowd for a single gaze that would indicate ‘different’ and ’divine’.
She lifted her chin in the air. Her nose flaring with every brief inhale as shescented. See, light even had a bitter smell. Something too pungent, sweet, and bright. A swift breeze licked her skin as it swept over her, carrying on it the very scent made her nose crinkle as she caught the barest whiff in the air. Her gaze snapped in the direction it came from.
There.
Every muscle froze with acute stillness as her focus narrowed in. Her eyes narrowed. Her jack ticked.
Him.
“Found you.” She practically purred. Her voice not one but two. Hidden as a whisper against the music echoing into the streets and off the stone walls. Rhys had a close presence beneath her skin, looking out with a fresh awareness as he also focused on the figure Amalthea stalked. For anyone that dared to make eye contact with her they would get the goose pimples feeling that someone else was looking out at them too.
The flickering light in his eyes.
An non-amused snort slipped from her as she watched the two girls get his wandering gaze. She tilted her head to the side as she watched the light user with silver eyes turn away from her and continue down the sidewalk. Amalthea didn’t miss a step as she turned and prowled after him. Every step was drawn out to strike concrete when he did. Measured. Precise. She would become nothing but his shadow until the moment was right. Time a quick and taunting companion as she followed him. If only the time struck at the exact moment.
[ Hazel currently lives in America. I didn't specify on purpose so that her home could move around depending on where other characters live. So if there's a particular part of the States you want Vasharti to be in I can make it work! ]
I won't worry about scarying you off then with Ama/Rhys pressing boundaries. May even be able to bounce some of those dark tendencies off of.
Haha. Yeah could write with them, but potentially a little adventure RP in between for them to figure out where it is, encounter struggles and the like.
Okay, good to keep in mind. Ama not having any knowledge of cosmic powers beyond Heaven/Heavenly bodies would be due to her lack of knowledge. Mistaken identity fits. Perhaps even mistaking him for an Angel or one of their servants - driving her need to kill him even stronger.
I think that's enough of a start or direction for us to try and see how they mesh. Care to start us off?
[ That's a good question! Yes I'd say Hazel has a fascination/curiousity about the stars and moon. She'd be interested in the moon cycles, star patterns and stuff like that if that helps. Would it be realistic for Vasharti to meet Hazel where she lives? But I guess the question is what would he be doing there? ]
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Owing - Hazel & Maya
"Shadow! Shadow where are you!?" came a young woman's voice. She was nearby but not quite close enough to see the stranger yet. The cat continued to stare at Vasharti, almost as though he was mezmorized by him. However, once his owner had called him again he turned his head to see her.
Hazel Reid burst through the bushes. Her bright lavender hair stood out from the green and brown tones surrounding her. She almost didn't see the stranger at first, she was just so happy to be reunited with her beloved cat. "Shadow! Oh, there you are! I've been worried sick!" she took a couple steps forward, only then did she notice the man standing there.
"Oh! Hello. You must have found him! Thank you so much! He doesn't usually run off like that. I have no idea why he did it!" Hazel said before bending down and scooping Shadow up in her arms. The cat continued to stare at Vasharti. It was as if it knew that there was something different about him; very different.
"You stinker! Don't ever scare me like that again!" Hazel scolded before pressing her face into Shadow's fur. She couldn't imagine losing him, and for a moment she thought she had. "Oh," Hazel vocalized, as if suddenly remembering the person that was standing there. "Do you need anything? Are you lost?" she asked; sensing that this man had been looking for something, and it wasn't her cat.
[ Awesome! Thank you so much for your flexibility! I look forward to it :) ]
Moscow| Russia | 2:54am
Every click, clack, click, clack of her dark booted heels brought her one step closer into the throng of darkness. A city that never sleeps, yet every predator can always hunt in. Each languid step is a haunting melody among the gyrating bodies and pulsating vibrations of hte music as sshe weaved among the crowd, the buildings, and welcoming pulse of warm bodies and a delicious meal. She felt every vibration in her muscles and rumble in her bones. Compared to the nonexistent leather slicked skin, she drew the darkness to her as she stalked through the crowd. Willowy body covered in slick real leather and a corset that bit into her bony rib cage. Obsidian black hair pushed forward to hang over either bare shoulder.
She stalked, waiting for the Witch's Hour to strike 3. For that breathtaking rush when she would be at her most powerful. Another minute ticked by and as she stalked the crowd her vermilion eyes searched the crowd. Staring into blurred gazes and distant faces. Stared into shut eyes and sober thoughts. Every drunk kid that dared brush their arm against hers cringed away from her frigid and lifeless touch. All around her was life and light and laughter. They all gave her a wide birth.
Rumor had it that one of those white, feathered, birds had grown too bold. It taunted her by touching ground In her temporary city. The very city that with every chance she promised she’d pluck the feathers off one by one until their agonized screams echoed like a musical in the air. And boy wasn’t she going to start with the very one that dared to be here tonight. Her vermilion eyes searched the crowd for a single gaze that would indicate ‘different’ and ’divine’.
She lifted her chin in the air. Her nose flaring with every brief inhale as she scented. See, light even had a bitter smell. Something too pungent, sweet, and bright. A swift breeze licked her skin as it swept over her, carrying on it the very scent made her nose crinkle as she caught the barest whiff in the air. Her gaze snapped in the direction it came from.
There.
Every muscle froze with acute stillness as her focus narrowed in. Her eyes narrowed. Her jack ticked.
Him.
“Found you.” She practically purred. Her voice not one but two. Hidden as a whisper against the music echoing into the streets and off the stone walls. Rhys had a close presence beneath her skin, looking out with a fresh awareness as he also focused on the figure Amalthea stalked. For anyone that dared to make eye contact with her they would get the goose pimples feeling that someone else was looking out at them too.
The flickering light in his eyes.
An non-amused snort slipped from her as she watched the two girls get his wandering gaze. She tilted her head to the side as she watched the light user with silver eyes turn away from her and continue down the sidewalk. Amalthea didn’t miss a step as she turned and prowled after him. Every step was drawn out to strike concrete when he did. Measured. Precise. She would become nothing but his shadow until the moment was right. Time a quick and taunting companion as she followed him. If only the time struck at the exact moment.
Moscow| Russia | 2:56am
Owing - Maya and Hazel
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[ Hazel currently lives in America. I didn't specify on purpose so that her home could move around depending on where other characters live. So if there's a particular part of the States you want Vasharti to be in I can make it work! ]
I won't worry about scarying you off then with Ama/Rhys pressing boundaries. May even be able to bounce some of those dark tendencies off of.
Haha. Yeah could write with them, but potentially a little adventure RP in between for them to figure out where it is, encounter struggles and the like.
Okay, good to keep in mind. Ama not having any knowledge of cosmic powers beyond Heaven/Heavenly bodies would be due to her lack of knowledge. Mistaken identity fits. Perhaps even mistaking him for an Angel or one of their servants - driving her need to kill him even stronger.
I think that's enough of a start or direction for us to try and see how they mesh. Care to start us off?
[ That's a good question! Yes I'd say Hazel has a fascination/curiousity about the stars and moon. She'd be interested in the moon cycles, star patterns and stuff like that if that helps. Would it be realistic for Vasharti to meet Hazel where she lives? But I guess the question is what would he be doing there? ]