You'll Find Beauty, in the Toughest of Places

[tigs]

And so she'd been sent out, by that soft voice in the shadows of her exotic lair. Only a flash of gold and copper had been seen, and she hadn't been able to find the one who had whispered to her quietly. She'd thought herself alone, until she'd ventured out to find the scents of other Euclides near her home. And so now, full of secrets from the start, she ached for more. To find this hidden beauty that was apparently all around. She purposefully headed for the worst place, skeptical that anything of worth would be found here.

What was the value of beauty, anyway? She didn't see much point in it. She didn't consider herself beautiful, but that voice... that had been beautiful. And it had made her obey, had it not? Simply, and by her own will. Perhaps it was a stronger factor in life than she yet understood. The little Blood type took careful steps, ignoring the ever-faint bloodlust that rested within her like a bottomless pit. At times like this, it lie dormant, and easily ignored, but at others it was maddening.

Having left home, she was going to need to continue learning how to hunt properly, and kill, so she could enjoy that precious life force again. She seated herself on a grimy box and stared at the sky, mostly obscured by hanging rags, abandoned and worn down by weather and time. Yet as her eyes unfocussed, a silver thread was seen, swaying softly in the wind, catching the glints of the fading sun.

"Who'd have thought?" She wondered aloud, shaking her head and storing that sight in the back of her mind for a later time. Now though, she abandoned beauty for what most considered something very disgusting and improper. But death to her was beautful, the falling of crimson lines was her art, and her victims were empty canvasses that she must take and paint on with her lips and nails. The light was nearly gone, and now she prepared.

[crystal]

[glow=pink,2,300]((Wow she is gorgeus! Mind if I join one of my euclides? Biase?))[/glow]

[crystal]

[glow=black,2,300]"Hello I am Biase."[/glow] She had turned a corner and found the young red one. She stopped a bit away from the female. She noticed something gray and cocked her head to one side.[glow=black,2,300] "What's that?"[/glow] For a moment she went into day dreaming. She went back to the first time she had met Kujien. She sat on the tree and began to hum her song. Kujien came in as handsome as he could be... She broke out of her day dream shaking the thought of him off. [glow=yellow,2,300]'No your not gonna think of Kujien you are with Makeaja now.. you made your choice..'[/glow] She sighed and then looked back at the red and black female. She sat down and tried to figure out what type of euclide she was. [glow=yellow,2,300]'Cannibal... no no there would me brown... hmm'[/glow]

[tigs]

((... -_-'' please don't reply if you can't come up with at least something close to the amount I've written, it's really hard to get inspiration from two lines of posting. Also, if you're going to reply I'd appreciate it if you read my post. It was a silver thread she'd been looking at, not a 'grey hair'. Also, I don't think Biase would have known what she was looking at anyway. Perhaps I should wait for someone else to post... I'm not trying to be rude, but I prefer higher skilled roleplayers or people who at least make an attempt))

[crystal]

[glow=pink,2,300]((well i added more on if thats ok. I fixed the part of grey string.))[/glow]

[tigs]

Her eyes were attentive, calculating and again with an emptyness that almost hinted at death, or perhaps severe lack of consciousness/intellect. The need for blood rose in her a little as the scent of warm skin came into contact with her senses. No, this was an Euclides, and she would obey the unspoken rule of not feeding on her. Or so it seemed to be an unspoken rule to her, yet there'd been someone following her recently... she'd barely caught the glimmer of something metallic, maybe a blur of red.

Her thoughts were pulled back to the approaching femme, she had given her name. Why? Akaesabi wasn't exactly ready to divulge that information herself, but everyone was different. The coloration was one she'd not seen before, but she knew that she was no Cannibal, luckily. When the random wanderer insisted on staying nearby and attempting a conversation, Sabi finally turned her head and considered the question. Looking up again, she made her eyes show without words exactly what she'd been looking at. The sheet itself was somewhat molded and a faint greyish-green-brown colour, but the silver thread still sparkled with the look of something newly purchased.

Her eyes came back down, waiting to see how this stranger would react. She was studying every movement, and every facial expression. She seemed to be thinking of something which caused her distress, for her face was tightened and her eyes were distant. Whatever it was, she was indecisive about it, so perhaps it was a decision made, or an opportunity lost, or a newly risen opportunity? Was this another one of those Cast Euclides? She'd not be persuaded into selling herself over to anyone. This had been her standpoint since the day she'd heard about these 'Casts'.

She didn't know whether to project thought to the femme and hope she'd listen, or just keep silent. It wasn't telepathy that she used, so much as strong mental power, which gave the impression of a whisper, when no voice was being projected. She'd somehow figured it out after the voice had come to her cave from outside, someone nearby had done it, and she'd simply learned it. Most were unnerved by her lack of speaking, so she chose to at least make some communication. But for now, she remained silent to see what the female would think.

[Vyn]

Kujien tread into the alleyways with only the faintest hint of distaste which was swiftly wiped from his expression within moments. White paws tread the cobblestone with his usual effortless ease. Once again his mind was distracted fully by Jiaro, that blasted feline was ruining everything he'd set up for himself.

Jiaro deemed himself a God, the master of the playing field. Kujien didn't like feeling second rate to anyone, after all he was better than those obtuse fools. The only one even close to his standards was Jiaro, and they were beyond enemies at this point.

However, he slowly allowed his attention to be distracted. He was no longer alone on his private hunting trip. Even before turning the corner he was aware of one of the two figures. A Bone marionette, smelling of Cannibal...Biase. Each step was accented by the annoyed twitch to the tip of his tail. After all his troubles with that wretched Puppet Master he had to bother with Biase as well?

Or not.

At last he rounded the corner and was left facing a lovely little Puppeteer as well. Even if he couldn't have guessed her Type to begin with, her blood red eyes flaunted it perfectly.

"Blood." A one-worded explanation to Biase's musings, all he overheard since his arrival into the alleyway. However, it wasn't Biase who had drawn his attention, but the Blood Puppeteer herself. Slowly he stalked forward. "Her eyes give it away."

That said, he switched his attention completely onto the youth. The light bow he effected one again flaunted his effortless grace, and his perfect charm.

"Good afternoon, little one."

His voice was a silvery purr, his undying charm sliding easily off of him. Ah, how nice it was to be doing something productive again. He'd been spending far too much time moping.

[crystal]

[glow=pink,2,300]((omg biase's heart will be pounding. omg omg omg! why did you bring him here? Oh well I guess she has to deal with it.))[/glow]
Biase pulled out of the questioning look hearing another in their presence. She turned quickly in the other's direction... Baise gasped at the sight of the puppet master. She stood speechless and walked forward then stopped herself and took a few steps back. [glow=yellow,2,300]'Should I go to him?Yes go to him... no don't you'll look pathetic. No you won't run to him. NO! don't. Yes why not he is a puppet master your puppet master. No don't stop don't. You have Makeaja. Run away then. No don't runaway are you crazy then you'll look pathetic. Stay where you are.'[/glow] Biase stood up. Then she sat down. Then she took a step forward, and then took a few steps back. Finally when she had made her mind up she took and held her paws in one spot and sat down nervously.

[tigs]

The previously empty eyes sparked with a hint of interest. So her eyes made it so obvious? How interesting, but it was even more interesting that this Puppet Master would pick up on it, whereas the Marionette had not. Types were not of concern to her at the moment however, for the little lynx-eared feliness was more interested in hearing why someone of his look would be in some place so... unfathomable.

"Evening, more or less." She spoke, quietly, though her voice had a husky, smoky sound to it. Older than she was, it sounded as if it would belong to one twice her age. It was nice on the ears, however.

He seemed to have an ego about him, but it was understandable. He was lovely, by any standards, and his voice was intoxicating. Surely many had fallen for that irresistable charm before, and so he would be full of himself.

She kept those thoughts to herself, and contemplated asking the thoughts on her mind, of why his presence was drawn to this area in particular when he looked as if he belonged in a dimly-lit palace of myserious properties.

The way he spoke to the one known as Biase, made her think they were already aquainted. She gave a curious quesion with her eyes, but again said nothing. It wasn't her business anyway, so she had no reason to ask. Although, she was acting rather weirdly, this strange femme, prancing about like a young child being given a present on special occasion.

She certainly seemed to draw the company of... interesting others.

[Vyn]

Jien noted the spark of interest in the young one's crimson orbs but kept his smile hidden under his usual mask of neutrality. During his time as Lyra's teacher he had been forced to teach the child a good many things about Euclide and their Types. After all, if he wanted the child to be able to defend herself he best equip her with knowledge early on. However, as a side effect he absorbed much of their subjects.

Back in the present, Jien's charming smile returned to his muzzle at the bebe's comment.

"More or less."

He agreed readily as a flicker of amusement flashed through hollow eyes. Quickly the amusement faded as, out of the corner of his eye, Jien watched Biase twitter about as in caught in some demented form of dance. A low sigh fell from him, but he kept his attention more heavily focused on the Blood female before him.

"Something on your mind?"

A smirk touched his muzzle, but it faded again when Biase finally sat. So she had decided to stay, had she? Again his attention redoubled onto the Blood. Something about her seemed to speak without spoken words, portraying a curiousity that was there, but unsaid.

[crystal]

Biase sat in anger at herself. [glow=black,2,300]'Why don't you leave? He doesn't like you anymore. Get over yourself. You upset him when you told Makeaja you didn't like Lyra. She was a ice young human it was the fact that she was human that bugged me.' [/glow]Biase sighed to herself and stood up.[glow=black,2,300] "Well young unknown euclide... I'd love to stay but I cannot be in the presence of this... Handsome puppet master. We shall meet again." She turned around and left the two euclides alone in the alleyway.[/glow]

[tigs]

Akaesabi nodded her head, once, at his comment. Aknowledging that he had spoken, and offering nothing in return yet. However, when it seemed the female could take no more of being in the presence of the undeniably handsome Puppet Master, Sabi had to smile to herself. Short rope this one had, she would have been fun to see tormented. Sabi didn't torment others, but she wasn't against watching, if they deserved it. As soon as the female was out of earshot, Sabi spoke.

"What is your name?" She asked gently, as if her voice alone would coax out the answer to any question should she use it properly. Voice to her was important, and she was slowly understanding the importance of beauty as well. It seemed she'd covered the complex aspects of life when she young, and now she was trying to understand the other concepts which were deemed simple by most, but held unusual controlling characteristics.

Something on her mind? Yes, her mind was eternally at work, and she never had a moment of true relaxation. But she'd learned to deal with it, her silence somehow helped keep her mind clear. Asking questions meant to be confused, and if she was confused, it made things harder to sort out. Better let information be given, that way it was simply like reading a book. It was logical to her, and she loved logic.

[Vyn]

Without taking his full gaze off of Sabi, Kujien watched Biase go with thoughts uncannily similar to Akaesabi's own. However, Jien had nothing against torment and mind games. In fact, they were a favored past time, almost as amusing as watching foolish victims writhe in pain after a large dose of poison.

A venomous grin tainted Kujien's muzzle, it had been a while since he'd felt so truly himself. In fact, it hadn't been the same since Jiaro had arrived. Was Kujien second guessing himself? Doubting his grandeur because someone now compared with him?

Undoubtedly that was the case.

Yet, such things could not be dwelt upon, not when you've got a lovely little Puppeteer asking you a question.

"I am Kujien, Puppet Master of the Cast of Blood and Gold."

His voice was as soft as silk with its usual alluring undertones. Perfect for ensnaring prey and seducing potential Cast members. Voice was important to him as well, for it could be used in the most versatile manners. Simple tones could change ones entire outlook, and properly used words could be far more crushing than even the most savage of physical blows.

Words left the victim alive, and yet they could completely destroy the weak of mind.

"And what may I call you?"

[tigs]

The grin was one that implied sadistic thoughts, and of this she was wary. For young she was, but stupid she was not. Wise beyond her years, she took everything in at once and missed not a twitch of muscle, not a darting of the eye. What was he contemplating? She would not be easy prey, and he was not of the type to enjoy a meal of female Euclides. He was a seductive male of power, he would want her for other purposes, this she knew.

"Akaesabi. Pleasure to meet you." The accent doubled heavily on her name. What was it? The voice that spoke to her before, it had sounded a little like that. Had it been mocking her? Was this phantom female a figment of her imagination? The name, she had found the name somehow, but forgotten it. No matter. Was she a member of this cast? Come to lure her out so Kujien would find her? It seemed unlikely.

His voice was enjoyable, and she wanted to hear more in the ways of conversation. But for this, she knew she would have to compromise. So she began with a simple question.

"What are your intentions this night?" It was straight to the point, and obvious to understand. She wanted to know his desires for her, was it simply to join his cast? She needed to feed before making any large decisions, but she'd wait politely until she could bear the rising bloodlust no more, then perhaps interrupt him to inform him of her needs.

[Vyn]

For once, Jien's sadism was not directed at his proper company, but to the departed party. He had mellowed considerably in the face of another seductive male in his territory, another Puppet Master as well. One that was far more deadly than himself. Jien had only his words and his talent for poison in his defense, but Jiaro had both charming words and brute force with which to display his power.

Jien didn't compare and the male had come to realize this in a slow roundabout way. It was not a realization he enjoyed, but it was one he had accepted and was now forced to make the best of it.

He had altered himself properly, becoming less impulsive and more thoughtful, though he hadn't lost his pleasure for mind games or in watching the slow painful death of someone who had tasted one of his many homemade poisons.

He bowed elegantly, his charm still firmly in place even after a long period of doubt. "The pleasure is all mine, little one." He noticed the heavy accent upon her name, but for now he did not comment. All Euclides had their quirks, they were a species that thrived upon them.

He was all too happy to indulge her another dose of his spider silk voice, winding the smooth strands tighter about her. His intentions? There were so many, and a little note in the back of his mind told him that she was most likely aware of at least a few of them.

"My intentions had been for a quick meal, quite common in these allies I must admit...but it seems my plans have altered slightly." He smiled in his venomously charming way, flicking his long tail in an absent expression of thought instead of anger. "There are others as well though, intentions that all Puppet Masters harbor. Ones which I am quite sure you are aware of."

Pausing shortly in his explanation, Jien studied the Blood Feline before her. Undoubtedly she was beginning to feel the pull of bloodlust, and the Poison feline had not problem admitting that he was pleasantly impressed by her self control.

"Perhaps we could discuss my modified intentions over a brisk hunt? Food would do me good, and I'm sure you feel the same?"

He inclined his crania gracefully, the perfect image of a gentleman but not at all as false as the deadly pimp of a Puppet Master, Jiaro.

(Sorry if this isn't of the best quality. I'm suffering from a rather obnoxious migraine. -_-')