Post by light on Feb 3, 2018 6:18:56 GMT
Mood
She chuckles sweetly ,amused-though the joke was long over she seemed to enjoy this..something isn't right
The cold was starting to be an issue...Hoods,hats,scarfs,coats. Though he liked to rely on the same for safety,the unnerving feeling of trepidation rising and falling with each faceless silhouette he passes,with each set of footsteps echoing behind him felt like it was gnawing at his gut.
Samuel stood across the street of the jewelry silently studying the surroundings. He had been staking the location out for a while ,just in case. Already slowly getting used to the streets of Issaguah enough to move around freely. Its imperative for him to be able to easily navigate the locations of his chosen goal,his ultimate prize...He already knew of the silver fang kinfolk working there,having found no reason not to consider her risky...the time for contact should come soon enough.
Just as he turns to leave Samuel felt his eyes tugged towards the secluded corner alley with containers tucked in across the street with a strange expectation to see something. There was no one there,and just as he was about to inhale a short breath of relief something itched at his attention.
Idly sitting there,so hard to notice and likely to be ignored as scribbled lines on the wall by outsiders was a symbol-peeking from above the containers and among many a torn and washed up posters towards him. Impossible...he checked every turn and corner,he even knew where some cameras were placed in the area,he couldn't have missed it...its new. Samuel passed the street,sighing as he proved himself right.It was a glyph of fang origin,even though most fangs would write it off,he was one of the select who knew. He looked around the alley,his fears whispering relentlessly
"They are coming for me...they know about Issaguah..or worse.."
But there was no one there..just him,containers,and trash laid around...and a black bag. Samuel narrowed his eyes as he knelt down to open it and found a glass bottle with dark liquid inside,the label read "A Sagely Rum".He stood there dumbstruck,who? why? Rum of all things? He popped the cap and took a whiff of its contents,whatever it was-it was rancid.He liked games-but not the ones where he was played. As he concentrates on what to make out of it the sudden realization makes him scoff with irritation,it wasn't a label-it said who it was addressed to. He gripped the bottle and smashed the lower end against the wall watching the liquid spill to the ground revealing a card floating in the muck. The stench was everywhere and it was clear to him now what he had been made out to look as-digging through trash making stupid faces like the bonegnawers he chose to join. Taking the card he scoffs again as he reads the directions and time of meeting later that evening.The way home will give him time for thoughts,and a growing anger every time he caught the stench on him.
The cleansing was a bigger relief then usual,the bath,dinner.It felt good among friends,until nightfall of course.All retreated to their beds,and the time was drawing near.Once again he is sneaking out in the middle of the night,again though he knows they need him.For a moment he considered the possibility he was sad,that he missed them? No.He didn't truly belong nothing can change that,and receiving a direct invitation there for them all to see is a scenario he knew well,a scene to remind him how quickly they would turn to enemies.He had no choice,with the sept drawing distant his last thoughts of Croi Orga made him realize in advance-there will be hell to pay if he isn't careful.
Finally at the meeting spot he leans against his cane and waits ,silent. Minutes drag on by ,but he pays no mind already steeled to not let himself be insulted. The familiar sound of gusts of air pushed down followed by swinging of giant feathers breaks his train of thought,there was a gentle thud against the ground before the silhouette of a woman comes into shape from the darkness
Just as he turns to leave Samuel felt his eyes tugged towards the secluded corner alley with containers tucked in across the street with a strange expectation to see something. There was no one there,and just as he was about to inhale a short breath of relief something itched at his attention.
Idly sitting there,so hard to notice and likely to be ignored as scribbled lines on the wall by outsiders was a symbol-peeking from above the containers and among many a torn and washed up posters towards him. Impossible...he checked every turn and corner,he even knew where some cameras were placed in the area,he couldn't have missed it...its new. Samuel passed the street,sighing as he proved himself right.It was a glyph of fang origin,even though most fangs would write it off,he was one of the select who knew. He looked around the alley,his fears whispering relentlessly
"They are coming for me...they know about Issaguah..or worse.."
But there was no one there..just him,containers,and trash laid around...and a black bag. Samuel narrowed his eyes as he knelt down to open it and found a glass bottle with dark liquid inside,the label read "A Sagely Rum".He stood there dumbstruck,who? why? Rum of all things? He popped the cap and took a whiff of its contents,whatever it was-it was rancid.He liked games-but not the ones where he was played. As he concentrates on what to make out of it the sudden realization makes him scoff with irritation,it wasn't a label-it said who it was addressed to. He gripped the bottle and smashed the lower end against the wall watching the liquid spill to the ground revealing a card floating in the muck. The stench was everywhere and it was clear to him now what he had been made out to look as-digging through trash making stupid faces like the bonegnawers he chose to join. Taking the card he scoffs again as he reads the directions and time of meeting later that evening.The way home will give him time for thoughts,and a growing anger every time he caught the stench on him.
The cleansing was a bigger relief then usual,the bath,dinner.It felt good among friends,until nightfall of course.All retreated to their beds,and the time was drawing near.Once again he is sneaking out in the middle of the night,again though he knows they need him.For a moment he considered the possibility he was sad,that he missed them? No.He didn't truly belong nothing can change that,and receiving a direct invitation there for them all to see is a scenario he knew well,a scene to remind him how quickly they would turn to enemies.He had no choice,with the sept drawing distant his last thoughts of Croi Orga made him realize in advance-there will be hell to pay if he isn't careful.
Finally at the meeting spot he leans against his cane and waits ,silent. Minutes drag on by ,but he pays no mind already steeled to not let himself be insulted. The familiar sound of gusts of air pushed down followed by swinging of giant feathers breaks his train of thought,there was a gentle thud against the ground before the silhouette of a woman comes into shape from the darkness
"Ah,If it isn't the famous Samuel Gray.Or should i say infamous? I have to admit you look handsome when the prettier half isn't around. Mmm and you smell fresh too,much better than expected,i like that i can still make men clean up for me." Her enchanting voice reached out to him as she walked over ,followed by all the smirking and arrogance
"Really? you.But of course,i should have figured it out sooner.Only children and bitches can go so low.You already wasted enough of my time,lead me to the unit leader so adults can talk will you Sarah?"
"Really? you.But of course,i should have figured it out sooner.Only children and bitches can go so low.You already wasted enough of my time,lead me to the unit leader so adults can talk will you Sarah?"
She chuckles sweetly ,amused-though the joke was long over she seemed to enjoy this..something isn't right
"Oh! of course,rhya! Right away sir! ...actually. That would be me. Hah,sorry just give me a minute Oh the look on your face,not many things can satisfy a woman but this moment,oooh it feels so good,easily top three....okay-better now.Hello Sammy long time no see."
Samuel growls low in his throat ,for a moment baring his teeth.The blonde blinks with a light sound faking a gasp as he closes in the distance
"You are endangering my cover,operating inside my sector,wasting my time and definitely trying my patience.The order let me come here so if i send you back in pieces the elders will not be surprised,don't ever call me that again.Now listen her-"
"Temper temper. " She smiles sweetly leaning in closer to look into his eyes "No,you listen. I made sure only you would see the summons,the order gave you a dishonorable discharge,lets just call it kicked you out.What did i miss?oh ,you don't have a sector because you are not a member.Meanwhile i have been promoted to the rank you flaunted around so much,i can call you whatever i see fit and make you whimper a soft humiliated little "rhya" every time you address me and finally i have been sent to fetch you by the elders themselves.So? go ahead,give me an excuse"
Samuel's teeth grit tight as she keeps smiling at him,yet he does not make a move or reply. She had him in a corner,as he emptily stared at her she chuckles softly and purses her lips as if sending him a smooch before returning to her personal space
"Good boy. A little rowdy but you look cute when you want to kill so i will let it go.Now then.There's another body we can use your insight with.."
"Again? i literally just came back from giving you insight. "
"Don't interrupt me,puppy. like that? oh i loved when you called me that. now where was i? yes,another body that suits your talents.the matter is delicate so we need to be sure. Now shut up and wait for me to call in the bridge,if your time is so valuable you can just go and face the price? ....still here huh? oh but you have no choice do you? All your rat friends wouldn't like me at all.Lets keep it simple,you help me ,go back to your dirty hovel,i get the credit and you get to live"
She chuckles satisfied and taps her phone a moment to request the moonbridge while Samuel just...stands there.It takes a while but soon enough they started their trip ,even so it still took hours of travel before they reached their destination. Leaving the umbra he finds himself standing in a forest,their breath turns to mist as they walk.Frosted leaves and branches crack under their feet as he fuels his anger into thinking how to make her regret approaching him. He was aware enough to notice the heavy dread in the air,everything was silent as the grave and it felt like this place held no love from Gaia anymore. It wasn't wyrm,it was just...empty,as if inside of a void.Familiar..it feels like Preston that day. As they approach a rotten fallen tree Sarah stops.As he looks down his train of thoughts just ends,his anger fades and suddenly it is replaced by an underwhelming sorrow,yet at the same time a sense of beauty at the sight...
mood
A woman lay there,long curls of blonde hair combed over her head away from her face and carefully tucked under the leaves,her eyes faded facing the moonlit sky ,hands placed to touch the bark of the tree and the leaves on the ground revealing her chest and abdomen to the hideous wounds that claimed her life,placed as if to appear her body was gliding out of the tree stump,even so all her remaining features made it very clear he was looking at one of his own,a purebred fang girl.
Samuel was in a light shock,it was rare for him not to be in constant thought...but he could only stare at this sight,frozen.Sarah stands next to him watching the body with similar sorrow,no matter their rivalries,they both loved their tribe with heart and soul.
"Name is Eleanor Redstone,21 years old,kinfolk,House Wyrmfoe,single,never married,never mated.Member of the Redstone family that has been fang since the 1980's millionares,they own a multinational media conglomerate called Viacom,she quit education two years ago to be introduced to the nation,she had willing suitors but was sheltered by her family.We are digging history but so far it looks like they all went on to other kin,no political involvement what so ever she was still learning the litany and history.Reported missing two weeks ago after she didn't answer her family for a day so they sent someone to check on her at her hotel suite her room is untouched no signs of struggle.Cause of death ...obvious. We are talking to friends and acquaintances she is reported to have been stressed and on edge the previous week but would not talk about it.No influence on corporate matters either. The body was discovered yesterday evening we haven't moved the body.Scene is clear no evidence.The Redstones are keeping quiet for the time being but the body needs to be returned to them tomorrow morning or they threaten to get Wyrmfoe involved,they are supporting the investigation but we have to keep them informed if we get any clues that will point to the murderer.We ran all the usual gifts some theurges even tried spirits but....the umbra is desolate,the ones they did reach were too far from here to be useful...Samuel.."
"Im ok...go on. " He replied quietly as he watched the girl sadly
"We are thinking shadowlords. fits the m.o,dismemberment to shame her..."
"Its not shadowlords."
"But..."
"Because dismemberment is meant to shame her and naked in the middle of nowhere? Sure,but. There is no blood on the scene ,she was not killed here,Rigor mortis has set in but no decomposition,no maggots or larvae discount that its winter ,she may have been dead for up to 3 days,and thats a stretch. Shadowlords invested only because she is royalty fang would have made an example of her or asked for ransom then cover it up. This...this is a message."
Samuel walks over and kneels next to her,gently caressing her hair.
"Do your thing then,Gray."
He nodded silently,almost reaching for his deck of cards before remembering he is not home...he sat on the ground facing the girl.Deep breath,focus.
mood
Time seemed to slow to a crawl before his eyes,he felt his mind race and perceptions rise to the sensation of his ritual. Emotions dying out as he looks over the victim over and over again taking in every detail. It was all deliberate down to the detail,her eyes,her arms,even her hair.Why her legs and stomach? why place her like this..why her to begin with. Spirals could have kept her and killed her if she ran...no.there would be nothing left of her if that was the case..no,this was not simple..this was done with care,devotion. But without anything to go on what could he piece together? He loses his focus as his anger swells up at having nothing at all come to him,before its stuffed down by another deep breath. Its right under his nose he just can't see..history? no...familly or competition? no..go back. the body. She is left to stare up to the heavens,her hands are curled like a kitten ...edging its claws into the cushion inviting its master for a caress...He blinks,that one...slipped in from a previous memory...the same happened last time he did this..is he going insane? But come to think about it..her posture is like the one of a lover in bed,so...where does the tree fit in...damn it,all over again.Hair under the leaves,upper body out of the tree...she was placed like this because...because they were going to see it.What does he see? he saw ..beauty in her delicate placement ..why the womb,was it because she was pure? no...pregnant? This wasn't working-was the final thought of his before he noticed a connection...the previous case,she was also kinfolk. They didn't find anything there either and assume the fenrir broke her neck and dumped her at the river stream,she was known to not understand their ways and culture and provoked them so it fit at the time..but what if she was posed as well? His mind wanders to the image of a beautiful fang kinfolk,held inches from the surface by a thin layer of ice-her dress spread beneath the water frozen in time and space like an image of beauty in ...death. They are...
Samuel exhales suddenly and blinks his eyes open,he snaps his gaze back to Sarah who had appeared to have sat down,and had a smoke..or more,he was out for a while. He coughs once as he retains focus and stands
"We have a problem."
"wow,really Sherlock?"
"Listen. the last girl...Anna?"
"She wasn't royalty,but was purebred why?"
"It doesn't matter who -they- are. its who they appear as. It was never Shadowlords or the Get, this is..one person,or a group. They are killing kinfolk."
"What? I don't buy it. Prove it before talking crazy the elders would lock me up for even saying something like that"
"That's exactly why you can't solve this.I know they all want to believe its an enemy of the tribe but it could be a fang or anyone really. The woman in the river?
she is meant to recreate either the Lady of Shalott or Ophelia ,i would put my bet at Ophelia. Eleanor is meant to represent Lamia the serpent woman,the seductress of Zeus and men. "
He takes a moment to breathe through his realization,while Sarah elegantly quirks an eyebrow at him visibly confused by the names he keeps dropping
"Okay. I see. You have completely gone mad?"
"No,you idiot. The previous kinfolk,and this one are both positioned to recreate classical baroque and preraphaelite women.Ophelia is presented to have died in shallow water,and the painting of Lamia is presented by a woman raising her chin to look to the heavens after being cast down for being Zeus' mistress,she is revealing her chest and her lower half of the body is hidden by a tree and growing vines and snakes. Anna was frozen and Eleanor doesn't have a snake tail but i think that's only because the murderer is adapting the best he can and applying the same method to silver fangs and winter. "
"umm...okay first of all what? how do you even know all that? "
"It's literally art for dummies. In fact its stereotypical for us to know that,they teach it in elementary school."
Samuel stands and walks over setting his hands in his pockets
"Check both of the victims for pregnancy,i bet you there will be something to find.Now its time you bring me back...actually,you will pay me back and help me cover my disappearing for doing your job for you."
Samuel growls low in his throat ,for a moment baring his teeth.The blonde blinks with a light sound faking a gasp as he closes in the distance
"You are endangering my cover,operating inside my sector,wasting my time and definitely trying my patience.The order let me come here so if i send you back in pieces the elders will not be surprised,don't ever call me that again.Now listen her-"
"Temper temper. " She smiles sweetly leaning in closer to look into his eyes "No,you listen. I made sure only you would see the summons,the order gave you a dishonorable discharge,lets just call it kicked you out.What did i miss?oh ,you don't have a sector because you are not a member.Meanwhile i have been promoted to the rank you flaunted around so much,i can call you whatever i see fit and make you whimper a soft humiliated little "rhya" every time you address me and finally i have been sent to fetch you by the elders themselves.So? go ahead,give me an excuse"
Samuel's teeth grit tight as she keeps smiling at him,yet he does not make a move or reply. She had him in a corner,as he emptily stared at her she chuckles softly and purses her lips as if sending him a smooch before returning to her personal space
"Good boy. A little rowdy but you look cute when you want to kill so i will let it go.Now then.There's another body we can use your insight with.."
"Again? i literally just came back from giving you insight. "
"Don't interrupt me,puppy. like that? oh i loved when you called me that. now where was i? yes,another body that suits your talents.the matter is delicate so we need to be sure. Now shut up and wait for me to call in the bridge,if your time is so valuable you can just go and face the price? ....still here huh? oh but you have no choice do you? All your rat friends wouldn't like me at all.Lets keep it simple,you help me ,go back to your dirty hovel,i get the credit and you get to live"
She chuckles satisfied and taps her phone a moment to request the moonbridge while Samuel just...stands there.It takes a while but soon enough they started their trip ,even so it still took hours of travel before they reached their destination. Leaving the umbra he finds himself standing in a forest,their breath turns to mist as they walk.Frosted leaves and branches crack under their feet as he fuels his anger into thinking how to make her regret approaching him. He was aware enough to notice the heavy dread in the air,everything was silent as the grave and it felt like this place held no love from Gaia anymore. It wasn't wyrm,it was just...empty,as if inside of a void.Familiar..it feels like Preston that day. As they approach a rotten fallen tree Sarah stops.As he looks down his train of thoughts just ends,his anger fades and suddenly it is replaced by an underwhelming sorrow,yet at the same time a sense of beauty at the sight...
mood
A woman lay there,long curls of blonde hair combed over her head away from her face and carefully tucked under the leaves,her eyes faded facing the moonlit sky ,hands placed to touch the bark of the tree and the leaves on the ground revealing her chest and abdomen to the hideous wounds that claimed her life,placed as if to appear her body was gliding out of the tree stump,even so all her remaining features made it very clear he was looking at one of his own,a purebred fang girl.
Samuel was in a light shock,it was rare for him not to be in constant thought...but he could only stare at this sight,frozen.Sarah stands next to him watching the body with similar sorrow,no matter their rivalries,they both loved their tribe with heart and soul.
"Name is Eleanor Redstone,21 years old,kinfolk,House Wyrmfoe,single,never married,never mated.Member of the Redstone family that has been fang since the 1980's millionares,they own a multinational media conglomerate called Viacom,she quit education two years ago to be introduced to the nation,she had willing suitors but was sheltered by her family.We are digging history but so far it looks like they all went on to other kin,no political involvement what so ever she was still learning the litany and history.Reported missing two weeks ago after she didn't answer her family for a day so they sent someone to check on her at her hotel suite her room is untouched no signs of struggle.Cause of death ...obvious. We are talking to friends and acquaintances she is reported to have been stressed and on edge the previous week but would not talk about it.No influence on corporate matters either. The body was discovered yesterday evening we haven't moved the body.Scene is clear no evidence.The Redstones are keeping quiet for the time being but the body needs to be returned to them tomorrow morning or they threaten to get Wyrmfoe involved,they are supporting the investigation but we have to keep them informed if we get any clues that will point to the murderer.We ran all the usual gifts some theurges even tried spirits but....the umbra is desolate,the ones they did reach were too far from here to be useful...Samuel.."
"Im ok...go on. " He replied quietly as he watched the girl sadly
"We are thinking shadowlords. fits the m.o,dismemberment to shame her..."
"Its not shadowlords."
"But..."
"Because dismemberment is meant to shame her and naked in the middle of nowhere? Sure,but. There is no blood on the scene ,she was not killed here,Rigor mortis has set in but no decomposition,no maggots or larvae discount that its winter ,she may have been dead for up to 3 days,and thats a stretch. Shadowlords invested only because she is royalty fang would have made an example of her or asked for ransom then cover it up. This...this is a message."
Samuel walks over and kneels next to her,gently caressing her hair.
"Do your thing then,Gray."
He nodded silently,almost reaching for his deck of cards before remembering he is not home...he sat on the ground facing the girl.Deep breath,focus.
mood
Time seemed to slow to a crawl before his eyes,he felt his mind race and perceptions rise to the sensation of his ritual. Emotions dying out as he looks over the victim over and over again taking in every detail. It was all deliberate down to the detail,her eyes,her arms,even her hair.Why her legs and stomach? why place her like this..why her to begin with. Spirals could have kept her and killed her if she ran...no.there would be nothing left of her if that was the case..no,this was not simple..this was done with care,devotion. But without anything to go on what could he piece together? He loses his focus as his anger swells up at having nothing at all come to him,before its stuffed down by another deep breath. Its right under his nose he just can't see..history? no...familly or competition? no..go back. the body. She is left to stare up to the heavens,her hands are curled like a kitten ...edging its claws into the cushion inviting its master for a caress...He blinks,that one...slipped in from a previous memory...the same happened last time he did this..is he going insane? But come to think about it..her posture is like the one of a lover in bed,so...where does the tree fit in...damn it,all over again.Hair under the leaves,upper body out of the tree...she was placed like this because...because they were going to see it.What does he see? he saw ..beauty in her delicate placement ..why the womb,was it because she was pure? no...pregnant? This wasn't working-was the final thought of his before he noticed a connection...the previous case,she was also kinfolk. They didn't find anything there either and assume the fenrir broke her neck and dumped her at the river stream,she was known to not understand their ways and culture and provoked them so it fit at the time..but what if she was posed as well? His mind wanders to the image of a beautiful fang kinfolk,held inches from the surface by a thin layer of ice-her dress spread beneath the water frozen in time and space like an image of beauty in ...death. They are...
Samuel exhales suddenly and blinks his eyes open,he snaps his gaze back to Sarah who had appeared to have sat down,and had a smoke..or more,he was out for a while. He coughs once as he retains focus and stands
"We have a problem."
"wow,really Sherlock?"
"Listen. the last girl...Anna?"
"She wasn't royalty,but was purebred why?"
"It doesn't matter who -they- are. its who they appear as. It was never Shadowlords or the Get, this is..one person,or a group. They are killing kinfolk."
"What? I don't buy it. Prove it before talking crazy the elders would lock me up for even saying something like that"
"That's exactly why you can't solve this.I know they all want to believe its an enemy of the tribe but it could be a fang or anyone really. The woman in the river?
she is meant to recreate either the Lady of Shalott or Ophelia ,i would put my bet at Ophelia. Eleanor is meant to represent Lamia the serpent woman,the seductress of Zeus and men. "
He takes a moment to breathe through his realization,while Sarah elegantly quirks an eyebrow at him visibly confused by the names he keeps dropping
"Okay. I see. You have completely gone mad?"
"No,you idiot. The previous kinfolk,and this one are both positioned to recreate classical baroque and preraphaelite women.Ophelia is presented to have died in shallow water,and the painting of Lamia is presented by a woman raising her chin to look to the heavens after being cast down for being Zeus' mistress,she is revealing her chest and her lower half of the body is hidden by a tree and growing vines and snakes. Anna was frozen and Eleanor doesn't have a snake tail but i think that's only because the murderer is adapting the best he can and applying the same method to silver fangs and winter. "
"umm...okay first of all what? how do you even know all that? "
"It's literally art for dummies. In fact its stereotypical for us to know that,they teach it in elementary school."
Samuel stands and walks over setting his hands in his pockets
"Check both of the victims for pregnancy,i bet you there will be something to find.Now its time you bring me back...actually,you will pay me back and help me cover my disappearing for doing your job for you."