Serial Perfection

[Kitty Love]

The night had started long ago and the time now drifted toward midnight. The stars twinkled overhead, far above the seemingly dead city with not a cloud in sight. There was a cool breeze drifting down the alleys, not to strong but just enough to be pleasant. This night was seemingly perfect, but every intelligent being realizes perfection has no existence in this world, something had to be amiss. And indeed there was.

Down one alley was a particularly gruesome scene. There was a body laid out in a true ritualistic fashion and neatly decapitated. It had been a human but had been reduced to a mere shell. Tiki had made this kill for hunger and her tastes ran only with the innards, thus all of this mans organs had been neatly picked out and devoured. After her meal she set in to placing the body just so, removing the head and painting the surrounding area with his blood, the same thing she did every time she killed. Her ritual had been perfected long ago and she continued to practice it today.

However, this was a particularly messy job and the lovely little Slaughter Marionette couldn't have her image marred by such a thing as blood, thus she made her way to a cleaner portion of the alleyways and began to groom herself. She had picked a rather open area and the moonlight illuminated the paler portions of her coat, giving her a soft silver lining as her sandpaper tongue ran across her paws, working on cleaning the last traces of her deed from her frame. She had kept herself in range enough with the body so she could still catch the scent of blood on the breeze, it was a scent she had always been in love with.

Ah what a wonderful evening this had been, but she didn't wish it to be fully over. She knew that other Euclides roamed these streets, she'd seen them, or scented them, but since her arrival here from Egypt she hadn't actually had an encounter. Curiosity had wrapped it's self around the feline's mind as she pondered how other Euclides acted, the memories of her castless group were faded, and her interactions with them had been so long ago. How did she really measure up to others of her kind?

[ferabird]

(Mind if I join in?)

[Kitty Love]

( Sure... no one else has X3 )

[ferabird]

(GAWD I'm a slacker.)

Such a considerable amount of blood was bound to attract unsavory attention, and it should prove no surprise when the city's resident vampire prince made an appearance. The thick tang of copper whafting through the narrow alleyways was funnelled to him as he glided, his intent hardly to halt amongst such filth. No- it was beyond the alleys his course had previously aimed, but that tantalizing smell so thick within the air almost made his crimson eyes roll up in sheer euphoria.

Can't touch the ground, not with such... filth. But a slight deviation of his course was in order, the massive chiroptae of painstakingly-groomed scarlet shining gold at his muscular curves once he made himself visible in the moonlight. The bright light made his golden wing-sails all but glow, making the vain creature look fine indeed as he glided to a balcony to settle upon the banister. The chuckle that rolled up his throat echoed in the narrow setting between neglected walls of brick, the splash of vitae cast hither and yon- and certainly attractive 'neath his sadistic gaze.

"Such a fine arteest you must be...." he began, tone deep and heavily accented by the language of his homeland, "... to create such a masterpiece in a place so lacking ohf materials."

The puppet master acknowledged the fine foreign lady with a slight dip of his fanged muzzle, the crown settled upon his brow the piece that marked him a puppet master. After all- any fool could wear a tophat.

[Kitty Love]

Rounded auditories caught the sound of something on the breeze as the soft sound of wings was carried over it. Tracking said sound with her ears she continued to groom, cleaning her front claws slowly, carefully, thoroughly, her weapons and tools must be kept in tip top condition. They were treasured, like an artist treasures his dominant hand, and in all reality that's what she was, an artist. If anyone were to question this they'd merely have to gaze down the filthy, dark street that she now was sitting at the end of, hovering over her latest masterpiece even after it had gone cold.

But the soft sound of wings stopped and turned into something more like rustling, and nearby, so finally her gaze turned to the other before he spoke, cold, empty irises resting upon the multi-hued chiroptae, her expression remaining cold as the realization that others, even of her own kind, left a bad taste in her mouth. However ... she'd just returned from quite the frustrating trip so she'd let this slide... for now.

Ears, which had previously shifted backward, danced forward at his words, catching the accent. A foreigner as well? Well, perhaps she would work with this then, she was, however, completely oblivious to his rank. She was born into a castless trio who were low ranking, and then raised by the followers of Amunuku, she knew Popes not Puppet Masters and thus her tone and actions held none of the respect one should give the higher ranks.

Her own voice still held a thick accent as well, expressing her Irish heritage before she ever had to explain her origins.
"Lad, I'ev been practicin' me art fer decades, I should be."

She finished picking the last flavor of blood from her last claw and placed it delicately on the filthy street below, turning her attention fully to her visitor. She hadn't seen anything like him before, or had it described to her, so his type, and sub-species were lost to her. Her tail flickered in agitation for a moment before she built her will up again to ask the question that just thinking about it made her blood boil, she couldn't utter his name. She just couldn't. The chains that she kept wrapped around her body constantly reminded her of what he did to her, between both of the encounters she'd had with the Murdon Lord. Amunuku's name would not leave her jaws and thus she changed her question, hoping he'd have enough sense in his head to understand.
"Tell me lad, where does yer allegiance lie?"

[ferabird]

(I've been SO bad on this thread. Did you want to mark it as dead, or try to continue?)

[Kitty Love]

(( Tis up to you on this one dearie. =3 ))