A Rare break.... {open}

[Ian]

A pale young man drifted down the market streets, slipping silently past the few people that were in the streets. Today seemed like a slow day in the market place. Ian had taken one of those rare days off and went to the market to do what? Not shopping or socializing. In fact he really couldn’t communicate much with the people around since he was deaf. He relied mostly on his strong sense of seeing and on his beast. His dark purple eyes drifted behind him to see the gray and blue she-wolf padding silently behind him. Her long wolf ears were up and listening to any sound that might warn them of danger. He looked back ahead and continued walking.

He was wearing dark clothes with a black cloak draped over his small looking shoulders. He hated crowds mainly because it was an easy way for others to sneak up on you. Ian never really was part of this easy life, being sold as a slave at a young age. He learned to not trust anyone but himself, and his beast now. He also trusted the Dark Elf King, Cyrus, with his life, for the king had saved his life about eight years ago. Ever since then Ian had devoted his life to serving the king. His eyes glanced to the right as he saw some movement. He laid his hand on the handle of his blade ready to draw it if need be. Then he realized it was just a few children running into an ally. His dark purple eyes narrowed, but he relaxed.

Relax, we are in the middle of town so no ones going to attack you. Besides I’m here so loosen upThe wolf said coming up be hind him and nudging his head with her nose. His expression did change as he looked at her and stopping while placing a pale hand on her soft head. Her ears flatted as he stroked her light gray and blue streaked head. There was no way Ian could relax, he was always on guard, sword never leaving his side even when he slept. Age should have known that by know. The wolf opened her silver eyes looking at Ian in the eyes, she looked a little irritated at his thought. His hand dropped back to his side and kept walking. Age just glared at him a little then continued to walk beside her Rider.

[Kailix]

Walkingaround the Dark Citadel's market the eldest Sin, Pride, was looking for some fun; hopefully chaos-related. She walked by many people, only touching the depressed and weak-minded; sending thoughts of hate, anger and doubt towards themselves. She chuckled under her breath, knowing that within a couple days they'll start to go insane and kill themselves, or possibly terrorize their families. They all did, she knew of it. Because, when she utilizes her Sin ability on someone, she makes a sort of connection that lets her know when and how they die--usually suicide.

She was dressed like a gypsy today; to kind of blend in with the attire of the Citadel. Dressed in black Aladdin pants with a dark red belly-dancing belt adorned with coins and bright green jewels. Decorating her chest was a black corset that only reached the underneath of her rather large bust equipped with a blood red half vest that was left open, showing her toned stomach and slightly tanned skin. Wrists full of gold and silver bracelets and gold colored sandals on her feet; needless to say this was her favorite outfit.

Spotting a blue and gray streaked wolf standing closely to what seemed to be.. Her Rider from the looks of it. Smirking, Pride wondered if she could piss off the Rider and possibly have some fun.

Blending into a group of dark elves, Pride walked with them, head down--a task hard for her--towards the Rider and Beast. Flicking her wrist towards the Beast's tail, she set the tip on fire before putting it out a second later as she passed and lifting her head up after they passed.

[Ian]

With Ian’s hawk-like vision, he noticed a suspicious looking woman who seemed to be playing tricks or something on elves. All the elves she touched see to grow weary and sad looking. Ian couldn’t really understand how they felt for he never really felt sadness. Looking at the woman Ian had this feeling she was completely normal. Something about was just… off. She didn’t have a Beast, but that could be easily explained. Beasts didn’t always need to be with their Riders all the time. Any elf could be apart from their Beast. Ian sidestepped a couple that was too focused on each other to notice any one. He, again, thought of the emotions he could not understand. It wasn’t really worth his time trying to figure it out. He was only a living weapon, and that was all.

He had lost site of the woman then, which made Ian a little edgy. She could attack from anywhere and it was difficult to pinpoint a single person in a large crowd. This was exactly the reason why he didn’t like coming the town and market place. Too many people for him to keep track off. His thoughts transferred Age and she became alert now, but a little to late. The woman had snaked through the crowd and lit a small flame atop Age’s tail, just enough to singe the fur. Using his wind abilities to make himself quicker, Ian leaped forward and grabbed her by the wrist. His face was still as emotionless as it always was.

As soon as her touched her skin though, his mind lit up like a siren warning him of danger. Ian always trusted his instincts fully and leaped back almost as fast as he had when he leapt at her before. Age was at his side, lips drawn back showing her razor sharp canine teeth in a growl. Still the pale boy’s face had not changed and his hand was now on the hilt of his sword read to draw it if need be.