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Post by Raizel Kuroashi on Jan 19, 2009 17:28:11 GMT -5
Raizel sighed, shoving his pale hands in the pockets of his jeans as he made his way through the cemetery, glancing around at all the names and surnames upon the eternal stones. He stopped a moment, a particular name catching his eyes. He slipped his hand from his pocket and ran his fingers against the cool smooth stone gently.
"Jenna.." He murmured quietly, his blue eyes sad, glossy with thought. Jenna, died just a few years ago. She used to be a good friend, but she was attacked on night by another of his kind, feral and out of his right mind. He scowled and kissed his fingers, touching them to the cold stone gently. "Rest in Peace my friend." He said quietly before continuing on.
Raizel's posture slumped a bit as he walked, seeking out the perfect place for refuge, some place to be by himself; somewhere to think. Raizel often did this, spending his nights looking at the moon, pondering life, his existence. Raizel strolled quietly with soft steps to the foot of a hill, and upon looking up he could see a large tree, with a branch sticking out in a perfect position to lay down and star gaze. He jumped up silently and made himself comfortable, resting his hands behind his head like a pillow. His breath hung like weak fog above him in the cool night air as he looked up at his maiden, his closest friend; The moon. Raizel was kaying so still it was as if he had joined the dead, the only indication that he was alive, was the brief, thin clouds of fog that hung at his lips.
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Post by Ike Vanguard Kitsumayo on Jan 19, 2009 18:17:12 GMT -5
Ike would walk through the cemetery, paying respects to not only the ones who had died and been buried here, but to fallen comrades of the past. He'd ware his mask, his movements lithe and flowing with a natural grace. There was a reason he was known as a phantom, a name that was seemingly given to all of his pack. Ike remembered how he had been a loner before his pack had been nearly eradicated. But now it seemed to be slowly rising, there were a few good lycans in his pack and it served to keep it running.
Ike would smile as he smelled a filmier scent, it was Raizel. Rai had come into Ike's pack not long after the massacre and Ike had always been grateful for his help. Though Ike lived as a protector to the city streets, he needed every man or women available. The police force was far to lazy to assist them and Ike considered his pack a type of phantom force that could take care of the more...supernatural matters at hand. Humans were nice, but weak and for the most part, not very usefull, it was best that they didn't know. And if humans did know then there may be many more to hunt his kind.
Ike slowly followed the scent till he came upon a tree, he just looked up at Raizel silently, Ike didn't wish to disturb his thoughts with chit-chat or bother him in his mood. "Hey..Rai..you ok?" Ike asked quietly looking up at his friend.
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Post by Raizel Kuroashi on Jan 20, 2009 14:19:36 GMT -5
Raizel turned his head to the side and shifted so that he was laying on his stomach on the large branch, his knee hanging over the edge, while his foot rested on the branch. He looked down at Ike with his strangely bright blue eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled weakly, only a few feet above Ike. "Hey, Why are you here Ike? Something up?" He asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to be loud or disruptive to the dead. He didnt want to seem disrespectful of a such a... well, sacred place; he thought at least. Raizel yawned a little and looked down at his leader, wondering if something was up.. He never saw Ike around the graveyard, and if he did it was upon a very rare occasion.
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Post by Ike Vanguard Kitsumayo on Jan 21, 2009 0:42:13 GMT -5
Ike thought a long while, the question took him off guard, though he was unsure why. As he debated with himself internally Ike's eyes glided back up the Raizel, "Well you know me I believe graveyards are only for the dead and remembering them on occasion, but not to dwell with them..." He then looked down momently before answering, "I suppose I was remembering them. It just seemed like the night I lost my own family, or most of them. You know when the vampires attacked? Ike would give in his smooth voice with a hint of royal accent behind it. "I suppose I know vampires aren't necessarily evil, but I still have issues trusting them.." Ike said, his facial features turning to anger before a sigh passed his lips, "...I know, to many memory's of the past..I suppose I really need to get over it." He then rolled his eyes lecturing himself now, which was a rather odd habit of his. He then sighed, "So simply put...no I suppose nothing is up.." He then shrugged and nodded.
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Post by Raizel Kuroashi on Jan 21, 2009 14:16:02 GMT -5
Raizel looked down at Ike, resenfull towards the Vampires for what they had done to Ikes family, his pack. He sighed a little, a frown upon his smooth lips.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Ike. I really am." He watched Ike's reactions and hmm'd lightly to himself. Raizel was thankfull to Ike, for he had taken him in when he was lonely. Raizel never had a family, seeing as his pack was slaughtered when he was a young pup out hunting. A vampire had come and eradicated his whole pack, in fact, Raizel didnt even remember his family.. He smiled a little at Ike.
"But I consider you my brother, Ike." He said quietly, softly and kindly. He smiled faintly, glad that Ike was his friend, though regardless to this healing, Raizel still refused to shift into a wolf, ever since the incident.
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Post by Ike Vanguard Kitsumayo on Jan 24, 2009 0:53:11 GMT -5
Ike would give a salute to Raizel, it was more of a was more of a small wave, but still. "Well thank you Rai..You know I consider you family as well. Though we aren't directly descended from our parents, one can only guess that we may in fact have the same forefathers, I mean come now, we are both Lycans, sure.." He smiled a little bit and watched him carefully. It was not like Ike to turn anyone away, he was kind hearted, despite his distrust of vampires. Ike had always tried his best to take care of others when they needed someone, he would always be there when needed. "So to me, yeah you are a brother." He smiled elegantly then looked around, "It's cool tonight..Maybe a storm will roll in soon." He half said to himself, storms meant that tracking by scent would be more difficult.
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Post by nightwind on Feb 7, 2009 12:52:35 GMT -5
Nadia had to pass by the cemetary to get to the empty churchyard where she had slept a few nights past. Her hurry to leave before things got sticky with the vampire she had encountered had forced her to leave behind a few things she needed. Like a specially crafted set of throwing knives she cherished which had been tucked into a cleft in a rotting tree. Her feet made hardly any sound as she moved over the leaf litter on the forest floor. The boots sinking slightly into the damp earth released a rich smell of moldy fungus, as well as the scent markings of some of the forest creatures.
After she retrieved the bundle to put safely in her backpack the was turning to leave the church yard when the sound of a quiet conversation filtered through the air. Her ears picked the voices up easily though she only recognized one, Ike. Not one to eaves drop she blocked the sounds from her mind as she headed around the outskirts of the cemetary towards the far gate. She still chafed at the lecture she had recieved from her leader the other day but it was her own fault. She needed to take time to hunt in the forest for a kill letting her wolf take control of her body for once as she ran and hunted through the thick trees. She ducked under some treelimbs only to find herself looking at Ike and another lycan face to face. Stupidly she had allowed herself to wander in her thoughts of luxuriating in her wolf form hunting forgetting she was trying to avoid them to allow them peace. "Excuse me I'll leave" she nodded briefly to the two men then moved off through the trees to the gate.
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