They Tell Me I'm Special ....

[Kitty Love]

Jarahathu had decided it was high time he had a night out on the town, and for an Amuni with values that were as loose as his that could mean many a thing. Especially when you considered the surroundings he'd chosen this eve, the dirty, surely disease ridden alleyways. Surely he'd found his way here accidentally?

No... the Missionary had come here purposefully. He liked to tease Euclides, enjoying the reaction he got when they realized he was actually an Amuni, a sort of... game for him if you will. Also what better place to find Amuni who weren't gung ho about making things completely virtuous then such an outcasted, forgotten little place. Besides it held a queer little quality like a diamond in the rough that just pulled him in like so many things that just completely disgusted many others of his kind.

The violet Serpent slithered is way to a fine vantage point, hidden from things he didn’t want to find him, but also positioned perfectly to come out and greet those that he did. A sigh of contentment passed through his jaws, gaining a soft hiss as it did. He scanned the alleyway, waiting, idly fixing his scarf with his tail; one couldn’t look terrible for company, that just wasn’t proper.

[silverdust]

Even though he liked to think he was above it, Jadereith was a terror type and born from the first fear of his first victim, which happened to be slime. The alleyways suited him, and even though he often resisted their call, tonight he was drawn to them. It might be nice to forget awhile, the masks he wore so often becoming more and more like him. A part of him wanted them to, but a part still resisted.

That part led him through these allies, feeling the soft grit under his paws while the moonlight danced brightly over the white coat. He almost gleamed against the backdrop, his strange algae mane a tint silver in the night. He wore the mask tonight, it's lime green and black adding a slight mystery to the pretty face hidden behind it's glaring colors. No one would recognize him, no one would care. His deeds would be his own secrets, buried in the shadows and dirt of this urban underground.

He could pick up a faint hiss, but regarded it as nothing more than gas being let out of a distant pipe. He was young still, and his immaturity robbed him of furthering the acute skills of his kind. He was too busy playing other parts than to heighten the gifts that came with his own rank.

[Kitty Love]

Silver tinted visionaries caught site of the rather bright euclides, bright because his main color was a rather holy, pure one, ruined by being worn by such a creature really. Tsk, what a shame. Jarahathu laughed inside his head, not yet ready to give up his position. Who was he kidding? Jara was probably the least holy Amuni that existed here, holy color, ha!

Another hiss was given as he slithered out from his hiding spot into the Euclides path, curling half of himself and raising the other off the ground, eyeing the rather repulsive, slimy creature. Oh he loved it, the filth, the impurity, the mystery. That was an awfully fetching mask this one wore, perhaps he'd have to find a way to remove it to see what sort of pretty face lay beneath it for this one was definatly male, he held that slightly musky scent that males possessed, and even though he wasn't an Amuni, Jarahathu was a sucker for the pretty boys. "Good Evenin' lad." A smirk graced the serpent’s muzzle, giving him an almost sinister look, despite the friendly glint to his eyes. Would this creature, whom had ignored the original hiss, pick up on the fact that he was of the Euclides long time nemesis? Or would he be blissfully ignorant?

[silverdust]

The sepent's entrance startled him somewhat, and he took a hurried step back before he regained his composure. He studied the violent serpent carefully, the pale eyes taking in the decorative black patterns and the whitened scarf, wondering what exactly such a creature was doing here. He was a Script Writer, and he had intelligence enough to know that the serpent breed didn't exist in the Euclides, which would make this stranger an Amuni. And yet an Amuni greeting him, an attractive one at that, what could it mean?

"And good evening to you, sir," he replied, dipping his form briefly, gracefully. Until he knew what games this one might be playing, he would feign innocence. Besides, the darkness behind that kindly glint in his eye, that sinister smile, it was all to appealing to one such as him. Maybe the night wouldn't turn out such a waste?

[Kitty Love]

Jarahathu, being a serpent and a terribly intelligent, flirtatious one at that, managed to get away with a lot more then he really should, cavorting with Euclides being one of those things. He could simply say he was being bothersome, or spying on them, or some other such thing, but really they amused him greatly and made fine toys.

Still raised he twisted himself to one side, then the other, eyeing the euclides before him, not entirely sure of this ones type, but he wouldn't let him know that, any Secret type is good at keeping things from others. He was however, still intrigued by the mask and leaned in closer to the other, inspecting it. "Very Nissse." The 'c' in nice turned into a hiss, it being so close to that 's' sound and all.

He didn't stay near the Euclides face, instead he moved himself over to his ear and said, in a hissed whisper, "Makesss you look like you've got a sssecret, I like sssecretsss." His forked tongue flickered out as he spoke, tickling the terror types ear if he stayed close enough for the whisper that is.

[silverdust]

The sibilant hisses sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He let the serpent continue his close appraisal, enjoying the attention. The question of his motives still lingered in the back of his mind, but he was all for ignoring it, since when had it done him any good? He'd rather face the challenge of seducing an Amuni, though this one seemed already loose in his morals, it was still a point of pride.

His laugh came out in a sort of a low purr as the tongue flicked over his ear, the touch pleasantly light and tantalizing. He smiled behind the mask, casting an iridescent white glance sideways at the serpent's face so close to his own. His voice had a mask of youthful innocence in it, though the devilish implications lingered under its surface. "I have many secrets, this face serves as their facade. Are you curious, dear sir?"

[Kitty Love]

"Indeed I am, I would be a liar if I sssaid I didn't enjoy a good sssecret." all his words were spoken in a low, deep tone, dancing over the thin line that separated simply quiet from a whisper. If he could convince the Terror before him to uncover a few of his secrets, he would be quite the jolly serpent, however, his own secrets would remain buried. He was just a little selfish when it came to this game.

He then dipped his head, running it, and part of his long body, under the other's chin, bringing his head back up on the other side of his face, giving him the best smirk a serpent could, which added a hint of deviousness to his elegant visage. "I bet yoursss are quite intriguing as well." He was just buzzing with anticipation just below those glorious violet scales, however on the outside he remained just as calm, cool and collected as ever.