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Post by Hideki Minami on Feb 7, 2009 22:06:34 GMT -5
"Very well," he replied with a wince. The twitch of Leon's relatively solid body had actually managed to surprise him, to a degree. He might as well have been born a Lycan - at least he seemed to have the superstitions and the cautionary senses of one within his blood. He could only wonder about the story he heard only a few minutes ago. The 'thrope shook his head as he slowly walked through the open door, and as he did this the scent of something... "Interesting", so to speak, flooded his nostrils; which, naturally made them flare in a hint of... distaste? No, he couldn't put a name to the mystery scent. But he could tell without so much as a doubt, that it was not meant for his race to smell. Curious aromas aside, the room was decent. He slipped his leather shoes off of his feet without much effort; using the ball of the foot on the heel approach, before kicking them together into, ironically, a neat pair beside the door.
It was the first time that he had ever set foot inside the house of a human. As a matter of fact, he was not a very social person in the slightest. An understandable fact, he thought, considering his unfortunately "bloody" history with the human race. Which, only raised a point in his mind: Leon had no idea who he was dealing with. Sure enough he understood "what" he was, but not necessarily "who". "Leon, if you could direct me to a seat," he expressed through a warm, but relatively neutral tone, "... I will answer any of the questions you may be concerned with." Oddly enough, that was nothing but a true statement. He was letting his emotional guard down, which was a rare enough case, but he also felt comfortable enough to walk into the home of somebody he had barely known for a few minutes. Perhaps not an honour by human standards, no, but definitely something that did not happen every day. In any case, he was going to enlighten him - as long as he had a seat, that is.
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Post by Leon Wolf Villidren on Feb 10, 2009 0:23:21 GMT -5
Despite his guest Hide; Leon would slip into a type of autopilot mode when he entered the house. First thing he would do is check a small laptop computer in the corner of the room, typing something in and then tapping at the computers touch pad. Leon's eyes ran over something quickly before he raised a brow at whatever was being displayed. It had disturbed him but he wouldn't let it show at all. Instead he would almost close the lid to the laptop and walk over to a cabnet. "Hide take a seat and if you need a drink then only ask. I know I'll need it" He muttered the last part under his breath as he pulled out a bottle full of golden brown liquid and a shot glass. After a few drinks and a deep breath Leon would sit down across from Hide.
Pausing a moment Leon thought and then sighed to cool down. "I may have seen you and others change Hide, but what exactly are you? And what would it mean to share...this gift of yours?" Leon tapped his fingers on the wooden table slightly pondering to himself.
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Post by Hideki Minami on Feb 14, 2009 14:26:45 GMT -5
Hideki stepped past the entrance and into what he assumed to be the "main room", over to the wooden table with long steps. At Leon's blessing, he pulled a chair from the opposite of the seat that his generous host would shortly occupy, and sat with his left leg atop his right, ankle meeting knee in a lax position. His head bobbed into a nod in recognition of the man's gesture - but he wasn't going to eat or drink anything he had to offer that night. Instead he reached into the right breast-pocket of his coat (he hadn't removed it at the door) and pulled out a small, black steel flask, which he waved into the air before setting it on the sleek surface of the table. He laid the same left hand he had used to showcase the flask down beside the canister of metal, on the table, whilst he clasped the one on his right onto the ankle that was resting upon his knee.
"Then I take it that you don't believe - or is it merely that you have not heard? - the urban legends or myths regarding the Lycan, or Werewolf, as we are probably most recognized." He bit his lip for a moment. "Originally we are a race born into the service of slavery under the harsh rule of the Vampire; I'm not going to explain to you the reason for their useless existence nor will I highlight on what they are. All that I know is that we fought and rebelled against this disgusting tradition of cruelty - I was not alive to witness it for myself." He paused for a second, staring into the deep eyes of his host with his own. "... According to the most common of myths I am a man who, under the strict influence of the full moon, morphs into an enraged 'man-wolf' entity. But unfortunately for whoever has 'chronicled' these details, and for who has ever believed them as true, they are not necessarily legitimate; not on a technical level."
His voice lacked any sort of a happy channel - it was dripping more with contempt than anything else. Not that it was directed to Leon, per se, but more toward the situation in general. "Lycans inherit the ability to transform their bodies from the shape of a human into a wolf (of what I expect most believe to be unimaginable proportions) from the time of birth. We can do this at will, there are no restrictions related to the fullness of the moon. There are a couple of things to note on this aspect: first, during the time of our enslavement we were much less able to control our ability to shift at will than we are today - we have since evolved to better ourselves in that aspect. Second, we can pass this 'condition (for lack of a better word)' of ours onto a mortal much as yourself. Their transformation is slightly... modified... from that of a Lycan born of purity."
He opened his hand and turned it palm-side-up, and had a shrug of his shoulders as his eyes narrowed to be nothing but moist blue slits. "A 'Turned Lycan', as the infected have come to be known, are much more relevant to the subject of the man-wolf creature; they are 'anthropomorphs', which essentially means that they are humanoid, but carry the features of an animal; otherwise meaning that they have the ability to walk on two legs when they shift. Is that what you saw that night? In any case, just picture a wolf with a body similar to that of a human." Hideki craned his neck to the side for a second, pausing as his eyes closed and stretching out the length of his body before continuing. "Recently-infected mortals are more prone to changing with the influence of the moon, but that is the risk that you must take for the exchange of immortality and strength unlike that the average human could ever hope to indulge in. We are all generally carnivores, and so when we feed on the succulent substance that is flesh, we are all less likely to become what I would consider to be 'slaves' of the moon. But unlike our former enslavers, we do not necessarily have to feed on the blood of a human, although I have known others who would opt to do so."
The hand on the table reached for the nearby flask and subsequently popped the twisty-cap off with just a flick of the thumb, sending it onto the table in a series of fluid gyrations before he raised the container to his lips and tilted it so that a decent amount of a golden-yellow liquid would rush down his throat with ease. When he was finished with that single sip, he placed the flask back onto the smooth surface of the wooden table with a gentle 'click'. The slightest hint of a sigh passed through his pale lips. "... The infection is spread by tooth and claw. If I was to bite, or even so much as scratch you, the process of the infection would likely complete within the hour. When that is over you will change and you will want to feed. You will feel a rush of sensations that you would never have thought to be so strong and intense, along with the strongest craving of meat and flesh; and you will search - and hunt - for your prey by using the instinctual drive of these things." He stopped to analyze the human before he said anymore. So curious, is the human race. It would be interesting to note the reaction, or so he was hopeful for.
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Post by Leon Wolf Villidren on Feb 17, 2009 11:03:25 GMT -5
Leon sat there in contemplation as he would pour himself a shot every now and then before tilting his head back and drinking the potent liquid. All of this was hard to take in despite Leon being superstious and cautious. He could have never imagined this was on such a scale. Though now Leon held curiosity about these Vampires, as Hide had called them. Leon knew that there where always two sides to a coin and this case would be of no diffrence.
Though he found it hard to take in but regardless he kept the cool professinal attitude that he always maintanied. With a deep breath Leon ran his fingers through his somewhat short black hair as he listened and took another shot. The problem was Leon was never alone so unless he had a very bad case of multipule personalitys then the chances that he had gone crazy were somewhat thin. He had seen a lycan...a turned lycan at the base nearly a year ago, it had been the beast that looked to be part man. And then if that were true the other creature must have been a vampire. "Ahh I see." Leon nodded a bit to himself as he closed his eyes and calmly mused only to shake his head a little bit. "...Lycans do not like silver currect?" He would ask carefully before turning his laptop towards Hide, a carefull look in his eyes. "I've put that much toghter by what I have seen.." Leon contemplated showing Hide what was on the screen, something very disturbing and frighting, but then he thought better and kept the lid shut.
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