Sessamaru watched as the sun rise, the Chaos Veil breaking at the sun's ray. "Another day, another battle, another time to live this miserable life..." he whispered, leaping out his window. He sat against the biggest tree in the town, waiting for the others to awaken.
Ooc: The Temples and the Worlds >: D
Sessamaru stood his ground, his black cloak silently dancing about his body. The wind died, but his cloak still danced as if it were alive.
Ooc: Alright, but I call dibs upon naming them :P
Sessamaru, himself, was somewhat of a criminal, and would never turn upon anyone. "This One's sorry that your fortune is ill-fated..." He spoke, leading the way with his alien-quick strides. His nimble gracefullness was apparent even through his cloak.
Tetsuya glided, literally, towards the Shadow Village, hate in his eyes. He saw Roze below, but ignored her. He landed upon a rooftop, his tattered shirt nothing but ribbons against his bandaged body. "Hiei!" He shouted, running upon rooftop after rooftop.
Sessamaru, not turning his head, spoke his name in his musical voice, the aria of sorrow filling the air "Sessamaru..."
Upon entering the invisible building, he lowered his cowl, shaking out his long white mane, his beautiful, otherworldly face showing its ebony hue. "Are my anklets here?" He asked, not even attempting to make a threat. The old man behind the desk nodded rapidly, eyes wide, his limbs shaking, not with age or pain, but of shear fear. He had this old man wrapped about his fingers. As was the way of the Drow. He tossed a gold coin, large and rare. The old man tossed the black box embedded in a rose towards Vallyn, who easily caught it. "Have a great day, for you have served my needs." He spoke, keeping true to his words. Vallyn was not your average blood thirsty Drow. Exiting the building, his strides were abnormally quicker, unhumane. As he walked, his outline blurred by the ancient magicks within the old anklets. "How much did it take the old man to get these ancient anklets? Maybe a hit?" He chuckled, his cowl lowered. He was definately not your average Drow...
"Then come with us..." He said. "We're going to a Lodge in the Northwest. There would be a good place to sleep." He added, already walking to the Lodge.
Sessamaru sighed in amusement, never tiring of his pupil's energy. They were almost upon the Temple, where they would seek a stairway to the Heart.
His sensitive ears twitched at her whisper and the rustle. He clutched his sakabatou, not intending to kill whatever it was.
"...To the deepest bowels of the underworld..." He whispered, turning around. He saw the thief easily. Outlined in starlight. He scanned the thief, seeing his hand upon his sword. "Hail!" He shouted, not even attempting to reach for his weapons.
Vallyn could easily have dispatched them, but he ignored his racial bloodlust, walking towards a shop invisible to non-drow eyes. Just the way he made it. He had that very store wrapped around his finger. "Are my anklets in today?" He rehearsed, making sure to add the most deadliest promise in. He needed those anklets. He needed their magical powers...
He jumped out of bed immediately, practically shadowlunging towards his clothing. If he was a demon, then this certainly would be the time for him to be killed. He moved quickly, dressing himself almost in a flash, his amber-coloured eyes glaring with a hateful glare. "Hiei!" He muttered a bit too loudly, strapping his swordbelt across his waist. He jumped out the window, shadowjumping across the town.
Vallyn saw a man and a woman in front of him on the street. His long white hair covered his eyes. This would no doubt draw a crowd if they looked at him from the frontside view. He ran his hand over his face, smoothing his hair back gently without causing his cowl to drop.
Ooc: Later Cherv! Sessamaru glanced at Aria "This One, too..." He added, his frown apparent. Ooc: When will we encounter the Disorder? :P
"Omis..." He whispered, his eyes flaring a brighter shade of green, incoherently blinding anything that looks directly at them. The water was a murky brown in this vision, and it seemed very poisonous with the faint amber-green tendrils. "This One thinks it is purified when it touches soil..." He explained, turning as his eyes flaring light dimmed to his normal green eyes, which were hidden under his cowl.
He chuckled "A rebel? Well... There's a lodge that houses many people, and most are insane. But safe. They won't think you're a rebel if you know how to keep a low profile... or if the lodger is an imbecile who drinks too much mead." He said, point to the Northwest. "Much nearer to this 'Dole'." He inquired.
Sessamaru shook his head, almost about to die of laughter at the children's lack of knowledge. "Every being is made up of water... Atleast, humanoids. Such as us." He spoke, then turning a side glance at Aria "We'll try to be peaceful. If not, then we'll have to..." He trailled off.
Sessamaru stared at Tessa "This One's name is Sessamaru, and it is a pleasure to meet you and your horse." He said, bowing casually with respect. The musical voice was an aria of sorrow this night. His generally keen ears caught the sound of a thief, his silent footsteps noisey to the green eyed albino. "How may this one help you?" He asked Tessa, ignoring the thief who was on the other side of the alley, probably 200 paces north of the alley.
