Company a Sinner (OPEN)

[Leon Scapel]

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[/b] Attention taken from the highlighted shine and onto the beast near, Leon had to adjust his narrow hues slightly at the gaping difference of scenery. It was natural to find menacing looking beast no matter where you were to go, how poor or how high classed. But in a glorious room such as the entry way to the Dark Elve's Kings Kingdom (say that five times fast), the transition between rubies and other decored gems, to a pile of silk black and crimson was slightly nausiating.

"You are to keep me company until someone else arrives. I don't like being lonely, you know," the sickening voice of the Elf rang, sarcastic venom dripping from every syllable.

... You're a child, Sentrad snarled back effortlessly, an audible scoff emitting from his muzzle as he rested his head against the front of his bear-like paws. Over the years of dealing with Leon's nonsense, he had every right bit of mind to shank the man in his knee-caps with his monstrous horns. And the thought occurred more often than daily. But his loyalty was much greater than his hunger of respect from his Rider, and thus Leon was still alive to see the new days' wake.

"And you're an old buzz kill," Leon mocked, lifting his right arm as if to shoo away an interference from chin with the flick of a the wrist. "One day, you'll learn to lighten up, and enjoy the company of your dearest Rider."

Ignoring the younger male, Sentrad shook his mane heavily, bristles of fur hovering in an electric lore against his Rider's leather boots, the skim of steel not helping the factor of physics. The day he was able to make sense of Leon's intentions, might very well be the day he'd be placed upon his death bed, rather it be the cooling of dirt, or the uncomfortable line of gravel.[/font][/style]

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[Ian]

Ian hardly looked at the sky as he walked silently down the corridor. His companion, Age, was padding behind him, her light gray and blue fur shimmering as the slowly rising sun hit her pelt. Ian’s dark purple eyes were trained forward, relaxed more that he was in the castle. This was the only place he really felt like he could relax some. With Age at his side to be his ears and his strong eyesight, Ian didn’t feel as if he was in danger as much. His footsteps seem to echo of the tall walls and ceiling. His dark hair seem to cover those lifeless purple eyes, but he brushed them back so they wouldn’t hinder him. A sword was at his side, like it always was and always will be. Even in the castle he never let his word out of sight.

Why are we up so early? Age asked yawning showing rows of her large canine teeth. Her large silver eyes blinked as she looked back at her Rider, but he didn’t turn around. Quit complaining. Was all he replied as they kept walking down the corridor. He hadn’t got much sleep like always and decided to patrol the castle grounds to keep himself occupied. Usually he would have left Age to sleep, but he had woken her when he had dropped his sword sheath right next to her ears. Unlike his, Age’s ears were much more sensitive to sound and she was a light sleeper. She had decided to tag along for now since she couldn’t seem to fall back asleep.

Ian round the corner and narrowed his eyes when he saw a taller, dark skinned man leaning against the wall in the hall. A large wolf beast lay at his feet that would have been much bigger than Age. He also had darker fur. Ian hadn’t really talked much with the man, Leon was his name, but then again Ian didn’t really talk with most people. He was much taller than Ian considering the pale young man was only at a height of about 5’6”. Still Ian didn’t stop to look at the man, he just seem to keep walking as to go past him. He still had a wary eye on the man, not trusting him. Age seemed more relaxed, but her ears were up ready for an attack. It wasn’t like he expected Leon to attack, it just was a natural reaction that Ian had around everyone. He didn’t trust anyone easily.

((Don't worry, he's not going leave that soon))

[Karla Vraimont]

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She would grab hold of her father when he appeared screaming that the man killed mother and he should have saved her. It was the constant wedge between the daughter and father, a constant reminder that she might blame him a bit and that he could do nothing. As the years rolled on, she had learned not to cry out for help, there was no point. Her mother was gone and no matter how many times she relived it, there was no stopping the conclusion.

So due to this overwhelming lack of sleep, she decided to get an early start on the day. Her beast, Tacitus, watched wordlessly as she had gotten ready for the day and left. He had become used to her shaking awake and he never commented on it. He knew where to draw the line.

Beads of sweat caused Karla’s bangs to cling to her forehead; she ran her towel, secured around her neck, over them in hopes of drying them a bit. Her eyes were weary but she didn’t walk with a hint of that exhaustion. Her constant training kept her body from tiring out too much. Her blade, already gotten its fair use for the day, rested at her side. She figured she would go take a cold shower before heading off to the day’s tasks.

While she wiped the back of her neck her brown eyes caught movement. A pair of Beasts and Riders. One of them was vaguely familiar from this distance. She wasn’t really feeling social at the moment and from the stance of the unknown rider, she wasn’t the only one not in the social mood. Against her better judgment, she found herself walking towards the two and their beasts. She had both her hands holding the towel, putting pressure on her cooling neck, her hair up in a ponytail keeping it from its job of keeping the back of her neck warm.

On closer inspection she recognized the figure as Leon. Her expression went from blank to a small pout. “Oh… it’s just you. I was expecting a much cooler and lovable guy.” Her brown eyes went to his beast, Sentrad and she gave him a half smile and a slight nod. Her eyes then went to the odd male who still looked as if someone was gonna jump him. To him, she gave a curious but condescending look. “Early start, huh?”
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[Leon Scapel]

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[/b] Sentrad lifted his gaze to show out yellow beaded orbs, observing the pair approaching. Ah. The Deaf boy. Ian, if I'm not mistaken.[/b] Ah... that is him, isn't it. Not much into socializing, is he? Leon inquired, dropping his gaze for only a moment as he glanced down at the Chimera.

"Oh… it’s just you. I was expecting a much cooler and lovable guy," a more feminine voice called out. Startled, Leon's head turned, meeting the appearance of the younger girl. Karla - the one person of the Castle who acknowledged his existence other than Sentrad and Cyrus, himself. Had she been any older than Leon, she could have very well been his mother figure he never had, constantly nagging about his wrongs and rights, and assaulting him for childish reasons that, 9 out of 10, he started.

"Aw... and at the lovely sound of a woman, I was expecting someone with a pair," the Elf smiled cheekily, ponting a thin finger at Karla's torso. Are you seriously going to start that again?[/b] Sentrad sighed, lifting his frame from the ground as he prepped himself to all fours, a neglected yawn showing off his jagged canines as he moved to the other side of the Hall, knowing what was about to happen. Karla being that of Leon's only friend, it was surprising that the friendship remained after the years of teasing and taunting. Though, judging a book by its' cover got you no where. Despite the violent temper of the girl, she some how always managed to find the right way to fight back Leon's tongue, rather it be a challenge of words, or simply physical violence.[/font][/style]

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[Ian]

Ian watched the two, stopping in the hall The both seem harmless enough toward Ian, but the voice in the back of his head told him never to trust anyone unless he was sure of them not being a threat to Ian. Age watched them too, her ears perked and silver eyes watching them also. He’d been here for eight years, ever since Cyrus had found him heavily wounded in the forest the young man had devoted his life and soul to serving the king. It was the way Ian was taught, to never betray your master’s order and be both a shield and sword for them, nothing else. It was the only thing Ian knew what to do, follow orders and be obedient.

His dark purple eyes watched both Leon’s and the girl’s, Karla, lips as they spoke to each other. He read their lips perfectly making out what they said in his mind. Luckily he hadn’t been born deaf or else he would have a hard time making out what people said. He knew almost everyone who hung out at the castle because he’d seen them one time or another, even if they hadn’t seen him. He learned their names and remembered them easily. It was important for someone who was a mercenary to have a good memory because sometimes you’d even be paid for an assassination. He glanced at his sword at his side remembering his old mercenary gang who had all tried to kill him. His emotionless face and quick learning had scared them into thinking he was some kind of demon.

Ian pushed those thoughts away and looked at Age, who was now sitting. She seemed to be off in her own mind thinking maybe of the past or more likely what she was going to eat for breakfast. His lifeless looking eyes drifted to Karla as she spoke to him. He did not say anything for a while, as if ignoring her question. Instead he was thinking on whether or not she might know sign language. She probably didn’t and he didn’t really like speaking. He gave a small nod as to confirm that he was starting early on his duties..

[Karla Vraimont]

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“You point at my chest again and I will beat the teeth out of your skull in front of this guy. I’d hate to have to kick your ass in public but if I have to wipe the floor with you, you bet your arrogant ass I will.” Her brown eyes showed that she was serious about that threat. Though she said it, she still considered Leon a friend. He had his flaws but less so than many of the scraps and idiots that seemed to flock here. He could be an asshole and he could be annoying but he was like a brother to her, which is why she didn’t full on punch him in the gut and kick him to break his nose, which she had done before.

After a second she decided to just send him off with a warning shot, a full force punch down on his head. He probably expected as much though, he knew her well enough to know that he wouldn’t get away without at least a bruise for that remark. With her anger dealt with she pulled her towel away and returned it to her neck, swiping one arm between her neck and her ponytail to pull her long brown hair through so it wasn’t trapped by the towel. She returned her attention to the strange yet familiar guy with a half-smile.

“Don’t mind this jerk off. He can be an ass but he isn’t a complete waste of space. Or at least most of the time he isn’t.” She said this with a sideways glance to Leon. Her eyes went to the stranger’s beast and she found she liked the Beast, a strong contrast visually from her Rider at the very least. She gave the Beast a nod of acknowledgment as she had for Sentrad.
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[Leon Scapel]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]RULES: IF YOU DIE, I WIN.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]As to be expected. Karla's bloom of kindness and morning greetings were instantly snapped out of proportion at the remark the taller man had delivered. The last thing Leon could visually remember, is a flash of white as the towel lassoed around his neck, full force pulling him down until his deep crimsons met that of the darken females. There was fire- oh yes, there was fire in those coca hues, sparks igniting as soon as they reflected off the light provided by the windows and that of the rising sun. But it didn't change that of Leon's expression- that daunting, trivial smirk that curved like the Cheshire cat himself. "You point at my chest again and I will beat the teeth out of your skull in front of this guy. I’d hate to have to kick your ass in public but if I have to wipe the floor with you, you bet your arrogant ass I will," her voice was sharp as the heat of her own cheeks managed to radiate as far as the males' face, her overwhelming anger and annoyance to anything that involved her chest, and the lack of feminine necessities like a match to oil. Fierce, threatening, and let us not forget- intimidating (to most). In Leon's case, there was hardly anything that truly scared him, and a womans' fury was something he built a immunity years ago. But that didn't change the childish like bond that he and the violent girl in front of him had. "And good morning to you too, sweets," the snake-like voice mocked, "I see you are rather considera-" the following statement was quickly interrupted by that of a punch to the skull, square on top. Within a few seconds pause, the Dark Elf then raised his head, to which had been directed to stare blanklessly at the ground, to scowl at the girl, rubbing a thin set of fingers against his scalp. "... Never mind, You're still a hag." If you keep provoking her, you won't be able to walk for a week Sentrad yawned once more, his fairly large skull laying in place of his massive paws as he stared between the bickering two. Leon was a challenge to entertain, but Sentrad had even more of a fault in humor, watching the scenes as they played out with the expression that was heavily questioned between bored, lack of sleep, or both. But not a word was directed back to the Chimera as Karla readdressed the third elephant of the room, yellow orbs now directing themselves back to the smaller canine and its' Rider. "Don’t mind this jerk off. He can be an ass but he isn’t a complete waste of space. Or at least most of the time he isn’t," she had motioned towards the opposing Dark Elf, causing Leon to raise a brow as if to question back the sibling bond. "How offensive. Tell me, who managed to shit on your breakfast this morning?" Leon muttered, a noticeable tease and play in his tone, but still that of painful efforts with a pulsing upon his head. It was safe to assume that the injury was already beginning to swell, and a weeks' worth of a bruise was tied in a visible knot within his silver maned hair. "You're Ian, right? Do you speak?" Turning his attention back to the other male, Leon crossed his arms back at his chest, reforming his posture that he had achieved before the company. It wasn't that he was necessarily an asshole... well, maybe. No, quite. But he was considerate over most. And that was one reason between he and Karla alone, that no matter how many names were spat in one anothers direction in the same day, had something gone terribly wrong- they were still dependable. If anyone was to pass up his venomous tongue and morphed sense of humor, then not only do you have your own grade-A idiot, but someone who'll rush to your aide when the time counts.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[Ian]

Ian really didn’t know why he was standing there watching these two. He really couldn’t decided if the two got along or didn’t. Karla was clearly angry with Leon for something, which the pale boy could not understand. He glanced at Age who was still thoughtfully thinking about breakfast when the dark elf girl had pulled the taller man closer to her face, so Ian missed what she had said to him. He knew for certain it was meant to be a threatening gesture toward Leon.

He suddenly saw some quick movement in the corner of his eye form the girl and instantly his hand was on his sword hilt, his lifeless dark purple eyes now trained on the girl. She had punched Leon in skull and Ian wasn’t sure what was going on. Was she a threat? He glanced at Age, but she was relaxed still. Ian hesitated not sure what to make of the situation. His mind was confused giving him mixed signals.

The pale boy dropped his hand after a moment back to his side. He still had a watchful eye on the two. He looked at the girl as she spoke to him telling him not to mind Leon. He glanced at the taller man for a moment she glanced at the darker skinned male. Age just looked at Ian, rolling her silver eyes. She knew this was going to take a little while, so she lay down at her Rider’s side, her wolf head lying on her paws. Her wings shifted on her back as she settled into a comfortable napping position. Ian glanced at his Beast, but looked quickly back to the other two.

The older male had spoken now, first to the girl then to Ian. The pale boy nodded at the first statement confirming his identity. At the second statement, Ian glanced at the ground. “Yes, I can speak, just not hear.” Ian said, his voice a little hoarse. The cause of the hoarse speaking wasn’t because of his hearing disability, but because he didn’t speak often. He had his hearing as a child before the harsh infection took his hearing away, so he knew the tones and pitches for most words.