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Post by Frederick Fisher on Sept 17, 2009 8:44:03 GMT -5
Ah, Majantheos, what a cool town it was! Full of wizards and magic stuff! It was one of the reasons of why she liked to come there often, people recognized her, especially those who sold weapons-those that were wicked awesome you know. They became friendly with her, even if they didn’t know of her name; it was better like that because they would just end up teasing her or doing something that would piss her off because she had a male’s name.
Frederick…She didn’t care about if it was written the male’s way. She knew that her father had always wanted to have a boy and he ended up having a girl; her. Not to add that her mother had died at a young age, killed by her [at her birth]. She blinked at the thought, everyone had been judging her ever since she was young, was it because of that? Or because she had an odd name? Anyways, it’s not like if she minded it much, she didn’t care about what people thought of her, most of the time. The name was given to her by her father and that was all that mattered, even if he had passed away, killed by humans because he was supposedly ‘dangerous’. That made people only annoy her more “you’re probably as weak of your father who got killed by simple humans.” Yeah but what if they outnumbered? They were witty doing that kind of stuff! She disliked humans they were a bunch of jerks for killing her dear daddy.
She grunted in frustration before being distracted by her favorite weapon shop. A small smile appeared onto her lips but it wasn’t noticeable due to the amount of hair she had in front of her face which were hiding both of her charming smile…well, it would be charming if she wanted and her weird violet eyes for it wasn’t a common eye color for a werewolf to have.
Fred walked towards the shop and pushed the door before entering in. A sparkle appeared in her eyes seeing all the new furniture they had. Wonderful! She thought staring at the axes that were even bigger and bigger. “Ahh, welcome back scary girl.” Mused the manager. “Yo.” She said in greeting. That one man was probably the only one she didn’t mind to get nicknamed like that by. “As you see we got a brand new collection of axes, some can even spit fire if you know how to control them.” He said with a smile. “No way!!” She said excitedly immediately heading to the section of the axes. They would fit awesomely in her collection of weapons! That’s for sure.
She grabbed one axe and giggled childishly while manipulating it carefully. It was probably heavy for a normal human woman but heh, she was a strong one, and a werewolf at that! She could lift it easily. She hoped she had enough money to get that one, she would have to keep it safe while heading back to her lovely hideout where she could spend days playing with her ‘toys’. The door opened again, but she didn’t care about the new comer, weapons were much more interesting than other people!
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Post by orion on Sept 17, 2009 13:20:35 GMT -5
He casually walked through the streets of the busy town, trying his best to keep a low profile. The long, purple cape followed behind him, the hood over his head. He had just received the “gift” from a wizard near the entrance of the town. Was it the male’s fault that people could be so unobservant and just leave their belongings in an unattended chest? No, he didn’t think it was. And anyone who had stolen as much as he did didn’t give the act a second thought. This was why he was in this town in the first place. He would just be going to a well known weaponry shop to do a bit of morning shopping.
And the cape was a good way to hide what he would be taking. That and no one could identify him if he was caught. Although that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. The guy had been a thief for well over a hundred years and was only jailed once. But he never liked to think about that dreadful time in his life. Giving it too much thought could end up in mass destruction. And no one wanted that now, did they? So the male was pretty confident in his skills but didn’t mind taking the extra precautions. Just made stealing all the more thrilling.
Orion quickened his pace, wanting to get into the shop and out of the town as quickly as possible. He didn’t spend much time in one town. Well, except for his homeland. He visited the place frequently and dropped off his “shopping items” in his home. Well it was more of a hideout in the middle of a mountain. And it pretty much held his collection of weapons, stolen clothing, and a place to sleep. The guy was a bit of a penny pincher with his stolen money and so really only spent it on food and that was not too often with his need for a bit of blood from being a half vampire.
He opened the door to the shop. He moved his head up just the slightest bit to see who was inside the shop at the moment. There was the store’s owner and one other person who seemed to have their back to the front door. Good. Only two people. It would make is getaway all the more easy. Although something about the person with their back to Orion seemed familiar. The unkempt appearance was something that brought back memories. But that fact also made him frown, not one for bad appearances.
Orion simply lowered his head once again. But he couldn’t seem so inconspicuous or get the attention of the owner. Even if on a regular day Orion loved the attention he received, especially from young females. So he walked toward the front desk where the owner sat. He spoke in his normal, smooth yet deep voice. “Do you have any daggers?” he asked as he kept his head down. Orion was tall, 6’5” to be exact, so it was a bit hard to hide his face from shorter people. And hide himself for that matter. He could tell the owner was giving him a questioning look. But it seemed it didn’t last for long as the man directed him to one area of the shop. It seemed they were by the axes.
Orion cursed to himself, but thanked the man none the less. He would have to go by the other person and attempt to steal. Hopefully they wouldn’t pay too much attention to him. And if they did he could always use his charm to coax them into not giving him up. And maybe drink a bit of their blood while he was at it. Seemed like a good plan. So he lurked his way over. He stood next to the person but looked the other way, trying not to catch their dirtiness. He spotted the huge amount of daggers. His dark, violet eyes lit up as he reached a long thin hand toward one and slowly slide it into a sack he had tied to his waist under the cape. After that one he grabbed another, and another. He moved a bit and bumped into the person next to him. He froze but tried to stay cool. “Pardon me.” he answered before continuing his work. Six would be enough to make a good set.
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Post by Frederick Fisher on Sept 17, 2009 20:51:39 GMT -5
Frederick continued gazing at the axe that she was still debating about taking it home or not. There were many others that she still had to examine before making her choice on a certain one, that’s for sure. It wasn’t like she minded though; she had all day to spend. She would gladly spend it there, with no one to bother her and the friendly manager over there was nice to talk to at that so it wouldn’t be any trouble for the lady werewolf she was. The door opened but she didn’t bother herself to look at the newcomer. The axes were far better than that person! Whoever it might be at that.
She let the manager indicate where the daggers were, right near her lovely axes. Looks like she would have to ignore the newcomer more than she was already; it wouldn’t be a trouble. She placed the axe back to where it belonged and grabbed another one, studying it’s beautiful details. That one was interesting as well and it looked really sharp at that. She ran one of her fingers on the sharp area lightly, making sure that she wouldn’t cut herself with that, but apparently, she failed for this newbie bumped into her, making her have a little cut. She twitched and glared but didn’t say anything yet.
That was, until she heard him talk. “Pardon me.” Oh, that annoying voice; she could recognize it miles away. She turned her head slowly to reveal the one she hated the most: that Orion guy, horribly handsome man that always had it his way not to add that he was constantly bugging her. What the heck was it that she always ended up bumping into him one way or another? It was always the same with him, they went to random places, bumped into each other, started arguing then just snobbed the other for the rest of the time they’d be sharing either that was happening or they start arguing or having stupid competitions trying to prove themselves that they were better than the other.
Fred glanced up at the man; it was no mistake, it had to be Orion, she could recognize him in a crowd of a billion of people. That and he was so tall, he was having a feet taller than her, she was sure of it. She muttered a few things incoherently under her breath before returning her gaze to the axes then back at him. Because of him, her fun was spoiled for now and she couldn’t take it! Why did he have to be at this shop, at this time of the day, while she was there as well?!
“Watch out.” She mumbled. Dumbass. What the heck was he doing anyways? Bah, she didn’t care, he was the last person she would worry about on earth. She glanced at her bleeding finger and brought it to her mouth, sucking the blood to make it stop bleeding. Meanwhile, she glanced at the other weapons, she had to stay cool, she was there to enjoy herself and have fun with weapons and that’s what she will do!
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Post by orion on Nov 20, 2009 4:18:40 GMT -5
Orion did his best to ignore the creature standing next to him. If you could even call it a creature? The thing looked more like a pile of dirty laundry left out. Or even worse a pile of revolting garbage. And yet this filth looked familiar to the male. The whole aura of the creature was very recognizable. But he couldn’t pin point where this feeling was coming from. He had dealt with a lot of filth in his travels and he never seemed to forget it. An OCD type of thing for the man. He hated disgusting things and yet he could ever forget when he came in contact with such things. Just thinking about it made him angry. He really needed to get over this feeling. It had been at least one hundred years.
Orion almost burst into laughter. Like he would ever get used to the existence of filth. He simply scoffed and went back to work on successfully taking these daggers. He stopped to count how many he had. Five. Just one more would be good enough. And then the scent of blood hit is nose. He took in a deep breath, letting the wondrous aroma hit every nerve. It seemed he was hungry all of a sudden. Orion’s canines elongated just a bit. His pupils dilated as he slightly turned to the source of the amazing smell. It was the disheveled creature next to him.
A confused look came to his face. Never had he come across someone he considered “filth” having such wonderful smelling blood. What’s the deal? Orion took in another deep breath through his teeth, trying to calm his nerves. He needed to finish this “mission” and get away from this creature as soon as possible. Being in this town was messing with his head. Orion turned his attention back to the daggers as he grabbed the last one he would need. He stuffed it into the sack and tried to make it seem as if he was browsing through more weapons.
He then heard the creature speak for the first time. The voice rang in his head. His mind worked fast connecting the voice with the body, the body with the blood, and the smell of the blood with that particular person. A scowl came to his delicate face. That scowl could only be seen when that one person was around him. He wrinkled his nose in distain. Does he make his presence known? Of course he will! His presence is such a great gift that he has to let this wolf know he is standing right next to her.
So Orion edged his way closer to the girl. He bent forward so his head was closer to hers. He was noticeably taller than the girl. He cleared his throat. “Well, well, well Fred. I would expect to find you in a place like this.” He said in a deep whisper before standing straight again.
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Post by Frederick Fisher on Nov 20, 2009 23:27:31 GMT -5
Frederick continued sucking onto her bleeding finger and when she noticed that it stopped she quickly returned her attention back to those lovely weapons of hers, examining all of the pretty details there were on it. Those designs were so pretty! She moved closer towards the weaponry and smiled a little. She just loved those! Those little details that were made with the experience of an elder, the metallic color shining and the material looking as perfect as ever. Those were much more interesting that the pretty male who was busing doing whatever she didn’t care about.
She knew she had to make her choice on which weapon she would buy this time although, it could wait a little; she wanted to see everything that was in this shop and she wasn’t about to leave anytime soon! Who knows what wonderful thing she could find out there! Maybe some kind of ancient weapon that was really sharp! That was only if she managed to find it before that brat that was still in the shop at the same time of the day as she was.
She grabbed another weapon, a dagger this time and stared at the jewels that were printed into it, too busy to notice that Orion had moved closer to her and bent his head closer to hers. “Well, well, well Fred. I would expect to find you in a place like this.” She blinked at first and startled. This voice of his sent shivers down her spine. WHAT THE HELL?!? Why did this pretty face had to be so close to hers at the first time? Not to add that he wasn’t allowed to call her ‘Fred’, even though it was better than Fred fish. Still, it was a boy’s name and she disliked it.
The thing named Frederick turned her creepy face towards the one who had dared to disturb her moment of peace and violet eyes glared at him in the process of doing so. Oh, he would pay, that’s for sure. Any sane person, who’d see her like she was looking at the moment, would probably run away but apparently, her scariness didn’t affect him that much. How come it didn’t affect people she wanted to scare the most away from her?
“Of course you would.” She began turning her head slowly back to that dagger she had been looking. She placed it back to where it belonged. God, she wanted to punch him…so badly for freaking her out like he had been. It didn’t take long before she turned around quickly, attempting to punch the heck of Orion’s stomach. “But it’d be better if you didn’t have the need to annoy me whenever you see me!” She added trying to use the scariest voice tone she could have. “Stupid vampire!”
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Post by orion on Nov 26, 2009 4:11:09 GMT -5
He was amazed at himself about the fact that he could stand so close to a vile creature and not want to kill the thing, or in this case “her”, or run away from it and never look back. The male sometimes, on rare occasions, pondered the reason for this tolerance. A few times he concluded, just so he could hurry and head to bed, that it was the scent of her blood. He could smell the blood a mile away if some of it hit the air. But there wasn’t anything special to that. It was just that the male never sucked, or smelled for that matter, a werewolf’s blood before. Her blood was different than the blood of the humans he drank from, obviously. So that’s how Orion put an end to the argument.
But in reality that didn’t answer the question as to why he could still stand to be around the filthy wolf. From a observer’s perspective or someone who knew the half-breed, which wasn’t many at all, one could tell it was he was unknowingly drawn to the scent when it was near. Orion sure as hell didn’t know this or he would spend more time trying to get away from Fred. And these accidently run-ins wouldn’t occur as often as it did. Orion would smell the blood and turn right around and head in the opposite direction. But he didn’t know this so the two did have this odd relationship.
He caught her arm with ease before it was able to make contact with his gut. He chuckled a bit as he quickly pushed her back down, wiping his hand that touched her on the shelves in the shop. “But it’d be better if you didn’t have the need to annoy me whenever you see me!” That was a laugh. Like he would purposely try to come in contact with her. But it was true, he did enjoy annoying her. And it was because her whole existence and way of life annoyed him. It was only natural.
“Stupid vampire!” His lip curled into a scowl. He hated it to no end when he was called a vampire. Past experiences made him hate the whole species. He neared her ear once again and spoke in a very low, harsh tone as his teeth grinded. “Half vampire you imbecile. Don’t worry. I’m leaving now anyway.” He answered in a cold voice before grabbing a dagger right in front of Fred and placing it in his sack. He stood tall once more and made his way to the exit. He was ready to take off this hideous cloak and leave the town.
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Post by Frederick Fisher on Nov 30, 2009 10:42:35 GMT -5
Humph, Orion was such a pain in the neck! Couldn’t he just be like dead? Oh it’d be too nice if that would actually happen. They never seemed to get along so well, why? Simply because he managed to get on her nerves, only by standing near her, not to add that whenever he was near her, he had to make sure to make her life become a somewhat hell. Tsh, people like him should be dead, buried miles away under grown, where she would enjoy stepping onto his grave-even though people said it was supposed bad luck. Who cared about bad luck while it was about poisoning someone’s life and death? Certainly not her.
She growled as he caught her arm and death glared at him; the usual. Couldn’t he just leave right now? She wanted to enjoy herself with her friend swords if he wouldn’t mind! God, she had that sudden envy to kill that someone and that one in question happened to be right in front of her, annoying her. Couldn’t he just go find someone else to annoy beside her! She bet he had many friends he could go see, so why not just seeing them then?
There he went leaning towards her again! Damn! She wanted to kick his guts right now and then but she owned too much respect to the shop’s owner to start a fight here. Maybe outside…if she was still willing to hate him and fight him with all the strength she had to show him that she wasn’t one to be annoyed easily like he seemed to be thinking about. Not to add that ever since she was young, she wasn’t bounded to be very sociable either, people made fun of her looks and name-which was a manly one, which she hated. Orion never really commented on those aspects though, or if he did, she managed not to listen to his words just like she was used to do now, not carrying anymore about what others would think about her and her love for scary and sadistic things.
“Half vampire you imbecile. Don’t worry. I’m leaving now anyway.” Whatever, half vampire or not, he was still one of those damned creatures she wouldn’t mind to see dead. Although it was a wonder to how he gave up-usually they would continue longer than usual but whatever, it was perfect, she could continue gazing at the weapons by herself! She blinked once, twice, seeing him stealing without a shame the friendly shop keeper. What the heck?! At least, unlike him, she had enough respect to actually pay for her weapons! “Just how many weapons did you take like that?” She sneered at him not wanting him to steal from her new ‘best friend’.
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