Taint [Vyn]

[silverdust]

The wonderful thing about the city night was that no one bothered to walk the streets. Out of fear, out of disinterest, out of the fact that they had better places to go and parties to attend, the cobblestone paths worn by so many footsteps were for once quiet. Still, Styxionje did not quite trust that silence or the emptiness. Humans were fickle, unpredictable creatures, amusing yes but erratic. It was much better to disguise himself as one of them.

So he did. One would only see a young man, probably a foreigner by the strange garb, resting lightly upon the steps of a grand cathedral. The hood of his long, elegant black coat was thrown back for once, revealing in full the slender, ivory features of his face, all except his eyes, which were hidden behind a scrap of cloth. His hair fell messily, far past his shoulders and pulled into a mockery of a ponytail, strands hanging in disarray. It was an odd mix of silver, black, and white, each strand or lock a different shade or sheen. One might take it as a trick of the light, but for those of his own kind, they might realize. Not only by his outlandish coloration, but for the dove-like marking etched upon his forehead. The sign of his Baptism.

He sighed and tipped back his head, fixing his hidden eyes on the moon. Djibrilene had done quite a nice job finding the cloth, one of a special sheerness that allowed him to see, but no one else. Many Amuni would find it easier to talk to him without knowing the secret of his eyes. He was not ashamed, only self-preserving. He knew his species well, knew from Nephiribi's curse and ever-after pain, what they were capable of. It was safer for him, if no one could see his Euclides eyes.

[Vyn]

(Sorry for taking so long. ')

A silent figure moved down the cobblestone street, his head bowed in thought as he tried desperately to ignore the clatter of hooves against the cobblestone streets. They were the sound of his ever present shame, his sullied blood. A half breed! It was...dirty...to say the least, and the worst of it...a Forbidden as well. What had he done to deserve such damnation? Was it not bad enough to be born a Patchwork, but of a sinful type as well?

Well, it should be figured. His parents had been sinners of the most shameful sort. Ram and Canine! They should not have mixed! Did they not consider what a life they would bestow upon their tainted spawn? ...No, of course not. What sinners considered the fate of others?

Slowly the patchwork continued his stroll, heading toward one of the larger unclaimed cathedrals in town. Just for a moment, he'd stop in and say a prayer. Cleanse himself of the wicked emotions brewing in his mind, as true as some of the thoughts were, it was not right to think such things of one's parents. No matter how sinful they might have been.

_{"Honor they mother and father..."}

He murmured beneath his breath, reminding himself of the rules he lived his life by. It was harder than one would imagine, to deny the natural sins of one's heritage, to be something greater than one's tainted blood should've allowed. He'd struggled hard to be more than the Forbidden Patchwork he appeared to be more, and he had earned the rank of cardinal for his efforts.

For a moment the thought brought a smile to his muzzle, but that smile faltered instantly with a wary look. Was that a human resting upon the church steps? He sunk back a pace, observing the other from where he could not be observed. He loved humans as any Amuni did, and for that reason he wished to not frighten one if they were seeking solace here, but this was not a human...but an Amuni. The sign of the Baptism was marked upon his forehead. A priest then. Perhaps this night was open to some pleasant company.

Gently he escaped the shadows, stepping boldly toward the steps, ignoring the sound of his sin striding in step with his movements. "Good evening, Sir! How does this evening treat you?" Luckily for the one before him, Yijiru was not aware of what was hidden behind those masked eyes, thinking the stranger blind at best. He would not take well to another tainted soul such as himself, at least not immediately.

[silverdust]

Styx tipped his head lightly at the sounds of hooves on the pavement. Another cervine as himself? But...no. The cloth didn't allow him to see as clearly as he would've liked, but well enough to make out the patchwork's form, the light colors giving him a better contrast against the darkness of the streets. He recognized a cardinal as soon as he saw one, having gotten used to that aura with Raj'nishael. He dipped his head deeply in return to the greeting; one would almost find it strange that one 'blind' could seem as if he were looking right at his companion. But the cardinal hadn't asked yet, and he felt no need to clarify. Afterall, that might drive him away, and he did want someone to talk to, if only for a brief while.

"Well so far, uneventful but that is somewhat of a blessing," he smiled lightly, his voice a cordial dark-toned tenor. "I thank you for asking, sir Cardinal."

He brushed his bangs away from his eyes, clearing up his line of sight a bit better. "And you as well? Do these quiet streets suit you?"

He was perhaps the most talkative, and probably the most polite of the loose entanglement they called a church for lack of better reference. Nothing more really than a buch of outcasts and wayfarers with nothing else to do and a bit more of an open-mind than the rest of their brethren. But still, words were few and often uneeded, it was nice to feel them once again.

((No problem, bit slow here too @.@))