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The Dark I Know Well || Rowan & Micah

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The minute movement of the male’s arm did not go unnoticed by Rowan. Just as he had anticipated, he was armed. But it looked like nothing more than a knife, hardly anything Rowan needed to be concerned about. Still, he did not draw nearer, letting the man keep some space between them. They were still perfect strangers, after all, and the Hallowed Oak was not really a place where one made friends.

“If you don’t know where you are or where you’re going, then you’re lost,” Rowan said matter-of-factly. “Whether you got lost on purpose or not, that doesn’t make much difference.” It was a bold statement for him to make, considering he’d wandered for much the same reason. But it was a poor idea for a human to be wandering the Hallowed Oak on their own. Really, he’d be lucky if he made it out alive.

When the man continued to speak, Rowan had the decency to look abashed. Of course he was unsettled – a man had just appeared to him in the Hallowed Oak and started talking to him. He must of thought he was some sort of predator or villain, not that Rowan would refuse such titles for himself. But he bowed his head in apology and said, “I’m sorry if I, um…assisted in your discomfort. It was not my intention. I just sme- Er, I heard someone wandering about and came to investigate. I must admit, you had me a bit unnerved at first as well.”

He thought about smiling for a moment, but it didn’t seem right to do so just then. But as the human stepped closer, that weird scent grew stronger in his nose. Ugh, it was worse so close, like sticking his face into a barrel of cinnamon. He was almost overpowered by the scent of it, but he managed to keep a somewhat straight face. Even if this man did not prove to be a threat, there was still something off about him. Rowan would be stupid to let his guard down now.

“I promise you, I’m not lost,” he said, waving a hand as if to dismiss the human’s words, when in reality he was trying to clear the air of his scent. “Well, I am, but I am the sort of lost that you are. The kind that is done with intent. I’ll be able to find my way back well enough, I promise.”

Micah relaxed slightly as the man spoke. He didn't seem too dangerous, at least not outright. And he was right that they were in the same situation. Maybe Micah and this stranger had more in common than he had first thought. "Well then it looks like we're in the same situation, Sir. " He took a step closer, extending his hand in greeting "Pleasure to meet you under these….stranger circumstances. I'm Micah, and you are?"

The young man left the greeting in the air, still slightly nervous. Micah knew that even the nicest people could be the most dangerous. Being sleep deprived in a mostly unknown part of Hallowed Oak with an eerie stranger was not the best situation for a human, hunter or not. He could hear the warnings running through his head, all the people lecturing him for not being careful enough. If anything happened to him, he knew he'd end up with the blame for being so foolish and unguarded.

"Do you spent a lot of time in Hallowed Oak? I know most people avoid these parts, I wasn't expecting to run into anyone. " He took a moment, thinking out what to say. He didn't want to be too welcoming but he also didn't necessarily want to scare off the stranger "Are you sure you don't need a place to stay or…something?"

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The Dark I Know Well || Rowan & Micah

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Rowan was used to wandering, used to being lost. It seemed to be his constant state since his birth into the undead. Always clueless, always knowing too little, Rowan was apparently a bother to his beloved clan, and many others he imagined. But this time, he didn’t mind being unaware. He didn’t mind being lost. For if he became lost, perhaps no one would find him. Perhaps he would never have to return to his clan again.

There was hope, of course, and it burned dangerously in the back of Rowan’s mind. He hadn’t heard word from Caden about his vampire in Night Haven since they parted ways, but still he waited desperately for salvation. Had there been word, he wondered. Had the other rebuked him when he learned of his maker? There were so many questions that clouded the young vampires mind, making it damn near impossible to concentrate on anything else.

And so he got lost, hoping to distract his mind from the thoughts which constantly plagued him. This was a part of the Hallowed Oak he was unfamiliar with, and every part of it was mysterious and new. Rowan let his preternatural senses reign, let his eyes take in the smallest details of all that surrounded him. It was beautiful, and for the briefest of moments, Rowan felt peace. But that peace was disrupted when the scent of a human hint his nose.

Immediately he turned on his heel, following the scent cautiously. It would be foolish to assume this human was unarmed. But Rowan knew that most human weapons had no effect on him – unless he had the misfortune of running into a hunter.

Now that would be just his luck, wouldn’t it?

The scent was growing nearer, though it scarcely compared to that of Rylan or that thrice damned elf. It was human, but tainted with something pungent, something that Rowan could not put his finger on. And his curiosity lured him nearer, until he happened across a young man.

He was handsome enough, with eyes as blue as the noonday sky and a sweet face. He looked as if he posed no threat to Rowan. ‘You could have him,’ his beast chided. ‘You could drain him and it wouldn’t take but a moment.’ But the voice was quiet enough for Rowan to ignore. It was true, he could kill this man if he so desired. But his death was not what he desired, not really. No, what Rowan wanted was to figure out why he smelled so odd. And he supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Are you lost?” he called out. It was a daft question, to be sure. The man looked no more lost than he did in Chile Village, but there was no better way to get his attention. “You seem…unsettled.”

Micah began to get that uncomfortable crawling feeling up the back of his neck, like he wasn't alone. Granted, he felt this way a lot in Hallowed Oak, but somehow this time was different. It was just the slightest bit more intense, and that was warning enough. He moved one slender hand to the handle of his knife, but jumped sitll when the voice penetrated the darkness. It took a while before this eyes were able to settle on the other male. He looked harmless enough. In fact, there were quite a few things about him that reminded Micah of himself. But Micah also knew better than to completely let his guard down. So, while he released the grip on the knife, he kept his hand close by it.

"I'm not quite lost, but I also don't' really know where I am or where I'm going. I'm just wandering around. What about you? Are you lost? " he asked of the young man, trying to pick up on any signs that he might be dangerous to the human. "Unsettled might be a good word, but it isn't caused by not knowing where I am. I mean, you're up with me at this ridiculous hour as well. Surely you have a reason too. And that reason may be likewise unsettling. After all, most people don't wander this area at this time of night. Usually I'm the only one so…unsettled."

The hunter approached the other male cautiously, if only to get a better look at him in the darkness. Now that he thought about it, it was actually quite strange that he'd just so happened to come across another wandering soul out here He meant it when he said he was often the only one. Most humans wouldn't dare go this close to Hallowed Oak after dark, much less be wandering around it without any specific destination. The more he thought about this, the more the curious boy began to wonder what exactly the other male was doing around here. "Surely you're lost. I can probably help you out, Sir." he said politely, convinced that Rowan was some poor, scared human in the supernatural woods.

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The Dark I Know Well || Open

Micah looked at the road beneath his feet. Sometime in the early hours of the night he'd decided he wasn't going to sleep. THe nightmares had been returning lately and, if he were honest, they scared him. A lot. He tried to sleep through them, but nothing had worked. He'd even tried elixirs street vendors had promised would cure him of this, but again nothing had worked. Of course he knew taking things form unknown people was incredibly dangerous, not to mention a faulty investment. But that's just how far he was willing to go. He'd either quench his nightmares or be poisoned. But, unfortunately neither had happened and he was stuck sleepless still.

Somehow he'd wandered out of Hallowed Oak where his small cabin hid and onto an unfamiliar road. Desolate and not seemingly trod upon often, it had an eerie sense about it. But Micah didn't mind much. If danger came, he had his weapon. In his sleep deprived state he wouldn't likely put up too much of a fight, but he would do what he could if needed. He just wanted the clear view of the beautiful night sky to clear his thoughts. Legs weary he laid back against the dirt and gravel, looking up at the stars. He remembered the nights in England not too long ago when he had sat around fires and looked at the stars. He remembered the older man that talked to him one of those nights, and how he had made him feel. What it had made him remember. The night with the blonde woman years ago that for some reason stood out to him. There were so many things about her that he hadn't learned, that lead him to wonder where she was now. He wondered what the older man in England was doing know. He wondered what Brock or Shiloh were doing now. He wondered what his old foster parents were doing now. He wondered how many people may be up wandering Athoria tonight as he was. How many other sleepless souls walked along abandoned streets.

And he wondered what else was running these streets. Surely there were things besides tired human not that far away from him. Suddenly, Micah was very thankful for his weapon being on him, and suddenly he felt very bad about laying in an unknown street at these hours. Cursing, he pulled himself back to his feet, looking around him into the darkness and then moving once again down the path in the direction he'd been heading, still curious as to where it would lead him.

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The Answer || Ada & Micah

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Of all the participants in King Chester’s tournament, two Athorians managed to to make it to the final competition. Adarna wondered if it was embarrassing for the English citizens to have outsiders win their King’s favor. Or perhaps what was most alarming was that a woman and boy with no noble name managed to make it this far. Despite what any on-lookers believed, it could not be denied that Ada possessed great skill, but the boy next to her was questionable. She hadn’t even noticed his presence in the tournament, not even a whisper of this Micah was heard by her. He didn’t seem impressive at all and he had the look of a squire rather than a knight.

The succubus didn’t need to know what he thought of her. His lingering gaze proved as much, though as she flashed him a sly smile she realized she knew him. Not personally, but Adarna had been in his dreams before and there was no doubt she gave Micah the loveliest nightmare. He must have realized it as well, for he quickly averted his gaze and discomfort wafted from his build. Hopefully that would work to her advantage. The race placed them on even ground, putting the bout’s fate in the hands of their steeds. Micah’s horse seemed strong and healthy, but it was said that a horse was only as good as its rider.

Adarna loved to ride, almost as much as she loved a good run. Though her charger was a war horse, built for power rather than racing. That factor could be problematic, but the demon pushed the doubt aside. The only thing her horse donned was a saddle and she even wore the loose gear of the previous day’s competition for optimum speed. “Good luck.” Ada cooed to her opponent. A horn sounded to mark the race’s start and the flagman raised his mark high in the hair.

“Ready.” The official declared, his digits tensing around flag. “Off!” With that last word he lowered his mark and the two riders barreled onto the road, leaving dust in their wake.

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Micah swallowed as he recognized the woman. There was a chill that ran trouh his body when he saw her. Sh was familiar, even if h couldn't figure out what it was from. It was distracting him, too much. He knew it wasn't right for him to get caught of guard like this, but he couldn't help it. He'd gone this far in the competition only to get pulled off by a distracting chill and a mysterious competitor. He shook his head, he couldn't' let this get the best of him, not now. He'd already surprised himself too much to let it all go now. He would not revert back to his old self.

Taking a deep breath he tried to focus on his horse, willing it to go with the race began and just trying to keep going. He wasn't a rider, that was for sure. He didn't know much about commanding a horse other than to be gentle and not scare them, but firm enough for them to do what he wanted. Micah hadn't grown up with much horse riding, and at this point all he wanted was to get through the race. Win or lose, he'd gotten this far. At least that is what he was going to tell himself for now. It'd be a different story if he lost.

The longer the race went on the more his mind would wander back to the woman and where he knew her from. It was so distracting he didn't even notice that his horse was slowing down until he'd almost lost sight of her in front of him. Cursing he urged his horse foreword again, muttering to himself a series of negative statements about himself. He just hoped he got out of this race with some of his pride, at this point.