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γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Like a SPECTRE OF THE PAST, did that thing haunt him.
Over and over, did their visage appear in his dreams, did their voice whisper against the shell of his ear, late in the night. Who knew, that a DEAD MAN WALKING, could be such a problem. But, Blessed - Kind SPEAKS, and he cannot help but chuff a laugh. No ... The eyes were different. TOO different. Perhaps, he was right. YOUNG - SOO, NEVER HID THAT BRILLIANT PURPLE. Not unless they were forced to do so.
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γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β ... So, you know them. β
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Why, in his voice, did there lie so much anger ?
Tongue peers ' tween lips for a moment, if only to wet them. The situation has turned for the STRANGE, but it seemed too, the benign. Hands lower, one settling at hunters' hip. He didn't APPEAR, to be one of Young - Soo's dinner type, but they were rather strange. ERRATIC almost, with their pattern of feeding. There was one common thread, and that was something of a less - than - savory reputation.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €WHO FIT THAT BETTER THAN SOME LOW - LIFE GANG SCUM ?
β Your friend there, ever flashed fangs ? Bitten you ? Harmed someone else in a semi-cannibalistic way ? My point could still stand ; you don't want to be around NIGHT - KIND, if you can help it. β
Tawny hues flicker to Haehyun, before moving back to Minkyu ; naught but empty, bitter assessment. No. That was NOT Young - Soo. The way they held themselves was rather similar, but not exact enough. There was a stark lack, of pompous arrogance, that made Sungwoo ill.
He could feel it slipping away, this reluctance. Shian could feel himself waiting day by day. Waiting for an excuse, prepared for war β and when nothing cameβ¦ it left him feeling hollow. Useless, as though his only worth was to move and move quickly. As if he wasnβt being vigilant enough, as if he were missing something.
As if this gnawing ache in his gut was ever, ever satiated by the bodies he stood above, as he did now. But this twist in his chest was real. The nausea that crawled up his throat, the tremor that rolled through him in slow, steady waves, reminded him that his viciousness hadnβt been justified. Filled him with fear that one day, he would slip too far below the surface, unable to return to the surface It was for a good purpose, he reasoned. These men didnβt deserve to live. Heβd kept the woman that had run away safe, and heβd do it again for her. For all of them. He could live with every life taken by his hands that wished, above all, to healβ¦
So why did part of him want to dip below this river of blood?
Shaken from his thoughts by approaching footsteps, Shian stiffened. They were coming from behind, as the carnage lay before him; Shianβs face lightly coated with blood and hands dripping with it. Slowly he straightened up and turned β but shock stilled his hand as the sight of Sungwoo.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €What was there to make of it ?
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € Of the blood, the bodies ?
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €WHAT MADE HIM DIFFERENT, THAN NIGHT - KIND ?
There was truly no REASON not to execute the other, here and now. Lay aside the fact, that Sungwoo was uncertain if it were a possibility. His duty, was to PROTECT MORTAL - KIND ; did that not include opposing those Blessed - Kind, that sought harm ? Lips purse a mere moment, as he mulls over the possibilities.
Carefully, does he circle Shian, heel of boot coming into puddle of blood that ebbs outward. It's slippery, still, but primarily dried. Tacky, and congealed. Gross. Palm rests against hilt of dagger at his side, head dipping for a moment. This would require tact. Tact, and forgiveness.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € β You look like shit, but they look worse.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €What did they do to earn it ? Do I want to know ? β
If there had been reason, some sort of logic propping MURDER upright, perhaps it could be etched quick into paperwork, something to file away and DEAL WITH, when the time came. Something that would ABSOLVE SUNGWOO, of responsibility to handling the perpetrator of travesty.
ALWAYS, WHEN HE WAS OFF - DUTY. He should have KNOWN, that little shop would hold something LESS THAN MAN. Words spoken are done so quietly, under his breath ; maybe she, won't know that HE knows. Night - Kind were a tricky sort, and while he detested them with the whole of himself ... some, weren't inherently violent.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β ... You make all this shit alone ? Or do you have help. β
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β Hey, c'mon ... You don't wanna do this.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €I'm trying to HELP YOU. β
This wasn't the first time, TENSAI had been encountered ; no, maybe the second. However, with the name TRUE unknown to him, they're almost mistaken for Hunter - Kind, themselves. ALMOST. Hands remain raised, expression less than enthused. Not quite BLEAK, though.
STAKE, pointed in his direction, before being dropped. No, for all he knew, these were innocent people. And, though those types tended to stand in the way, oppose his work with YOU CAN'T HURT THEM, or some such similar, he couldn't just mow them down, too.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β That person you were with ? That's not your friend. β
He wasn't OFTEN in the habit of expunging the younger ones. Night - Kind was, after all, similar enough to Hunter - Kind. They had a life cycle, they had a lineage : they had a childhood. However, were that childhood permitted to unfold and unfurl, bear the fruit of ADULTHOOD, it'd become a pain later. How long that took for those vile ilk, he can't always discern. A demon different from a vampire, which differed from a GHOUL.
Sigh is expelled, silver dagger tossed into the air, caught with ease. There were a few ways to go about it, of course. He preferred something clean, at the worst of times ... This one hadn't done anything particularly heinous, likely enough. Not at the age he appeared - maybe sixteen or so.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β Let's make this easy for me, tonight, okay ?
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €I'm not really in the mood to play CHASE. β
To see him WITHOUT his Pure - Kind attached at the hip, ought to be considered a blessing ! After all, they'd tarry at his side, like some sort of lost little thing, but by the days' end, Taeho, was still just some Pure - Kind attack dog. Arms fold 'cross his chest, head only SLIGHTLY tilted.
β Your little pretend - group is doing well, isn't it ? Y'know, I've always WONDERED why the fuck Night - Kind wants to dabble in human things. Being pop - idols ? Fuckin' please. What do you gain ? β
The query, though spat with VENOM, was genuine. He did seek to understand the inner workings of those minds.
In even passing, it was as strong as any DESIGNER COLOGNE ; sweet. Floral, on an ending note, but at the forefront, FRESHLY - TURNED EARTH. The sort of springy - freshness that one smells at a damn funeral. Absently, digits curl into fists. Oh, did he know that smell anywhere.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Dark eyes lift, lip pulled in a slight sneer.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € He was SOME KIND OF PET, to them.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €That's all they could ever enter partnership with, after all.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β That thing really knows how to PICK'EM.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Not too late to leave, y'know. β
It's a SELF - SERVING sort of interest ; knowing they were alone, ISOLATED, brought on some sickDESERVED feeling of righteousness. The only reason they drew breath, still, was because they were utterly TOOTHLESS. A neutered little Pure - Kind, subdued and quiet. To attack and PURGE them without cause, would bring on too much trouble, and too, create issues for his own.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β Nothing good comes from being around those ... people. β
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €IF HE TRULY DEIGNED TO CALL THEM THAT !