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[voidmazhar]

-

Grunting at the freezing grip digging into his skin, he forced himself to relax his tight grip. Spook continued to struggle, so he stifled a sigh, waiting for the thief to finally wear himself out.

"I can give you so much more than just a place to live, little thief," he murmured after the younger man slumped against him. "Regardless, the vow is not making you a servant. It’s just a sign, a show of promise that we can and will work together. It’s not much, so please?" He asked in a faint tone, tipping Spook’s chin up.

As much as he would love to close the distance, the vow had to freely given, openly offered without a single shred of coercion. Else it would mean nothing and ultimately bring more harm than help. Loosening his grip once again, his hands dropped to his back, curving lightly against the stiff leather armor. Throwing caution to the wind, he shifted closer, the soft exhale of his name fanning across the boy’s cheek.

[nightdrawndagger]

Mazhar’s persistence made him weary. Despite his claim the vow did not mean servitude, the fact that Spook still lived proved that he was going to be used. He tried his best to provoke the man, but he never even raised a hand against him. Even as Spook weighed his options, the other shifted closer continuing to cling to him.

Closing his eyes, he took a moment to silence his anxiety before slowly nodding his head. “What do I have to say for this stupid vow of yours?”

All the while, he plotted out how to gain the his confidence so he could skip town as soon as it was safe. Mazhar may use him in whatever way he wished, but it would not be for very long.

[voidmazhar]

A faint smile curved the corners of Mazhar's mouth as the younger man finally gave in. Suspicion still lingered, but if he concentrated enough, he could feel just the slightest bit of softening in the rigidity of distrust. Shifting his stance, he cupped the thief's cheeks.

"All you have to do...is kiss me." He answered, purposely keeping his voice low and his tone light. He may have already gotten him to accept the necessity of the vow, but the actual action of it still remained up in the air. His eyes closed for a second before opening back up, catching the ridiculous blue of Spook's own. 

"Nothing major. Just a simple show of faith, remember?"

[voidmazhar]

-

As expected, the sneaky little thief vanished into the shadows. Or at least, he tried to. Mazhar wasn’t sure if it was due to the waning hours or something else, but as long as he did not focus wholly on him, he could still make out the boy’s shape. Turning his gaze towards an empty wall, he watched the thief from his periphery, half expecting him to attack at any second.

Seconds stretched between them and still he lingered. A tiny part of him rose in a surge of triumph before he smoothed it back down, not wanting to gloat too early. The smile that had starting to creep up on his mouth abruptly died at Spook’s words.

"Knives aimed your way? I’ve never once threatened you, nor has any of my disciples, I can guarantee that. Is someone…never mind, I will handle this." Turning, he mumbled under his breath as he paced, fingers fluttering near his ear. After a scant minute, he stopped, returning his once again luminous gaze on the other man, a sharp grin gracing his lips. "Fine. You may have the outer docks, whores, taverns and homeless all the same. I only ask for one thing in return." Shifting his focus to the right just a bit, he strode forward, reaching out to grab his arms, yanking them flush.

"Give me your vow."

[nightdrawndagger]

It wasn’t worth the effort to explain what he meant. Mazhar should know it is easier to make enemies than allies. And while he physically blended in with the people here, he left a distinct magical scent that stood out like that of a bakery’s freshly cooked goods wafting in the early morning. At least here it got muddied with the constant flow of exotic goods and people.

He cried out in protest and tried to tug his arms back from that iron grip. Apparently, Mazhar figured out the trick to spotting him in dim light. A half dozen little black ribbons shot out and wrapped tightly around the man’s arms. They thickened and squeezed hard to sink icy cold into his dusky skin in an attempt to force him to let go.

"Fuck your vow. I’m not taking it. I’m not a servant to you or anyone," he spat out while struggling like an animal caught in a trap, "I can promise not to usurp your power or any of that bullshit. Just give me a place to live."

[voidmazhar]

Grunting at the freezing grip digging into his skin, he forced himself to relax his tight grip. Spook continued to struggle, so he stifled a sigh, waiting for the thief to finally wear himself out.

"I can give you so much more than just a place to live, little thief," he murmured after the younger man slumped against him. "Regardless, the vow is not making you a servant. It's just a sign, a show of promise that we can and will work together. It's not much, so please?" He asked in a faint tone, tipping Spook's chin up.

As much as he would love to close the distance, the vow had to freely given, openly offered without a single shred of coercion. Else it would mean nothing and ultimately bring more harm than help. Loosening his grip once again, his hands dropped to his back, curving lightly against the stiff leather armor. Throwing caution to the wind, he shifted closer, the soft exhale of his name fanning across the boy's cheek.

[voidmazhar]

-

The situation was rapidly dissolving and even Mazhar wasn’t sure he could salvage it. Licking his lips, he released his grip, stepping back just one pace. Reaching out, he swiped his finger along the underside of Spook’s bottom lip, catching the last remnant of his blood. At the resultant hiss, almost like an outraged cat, Mazhar finally stepped back far enough away in an attempt to calm the pissed thief. 

"Why do you want a slice of my city anyway? You don’t want to help rule, you don’t want to challenge me," he asked, tilting his head in question. "You say you just want your own little part, but I sense there is more that you want than just some dingy swath of rotting docks and the occasional homeless nobody.” 

There was obvious lingering tension from their kiss, but Mazhar continued to ignore it. He planned on using the boy’s residual irritation to either spill on his real need for a home or force the issue on the kiss. Both of which would be interesting and he just couldn’t figure out which one would be the most amusing. 

[nightdrawndagger]

As soon as he was free he backed away to the nearest corner and melded with its web of shadows. Although he knew it would do nothing to protect him the welcoming darkness swirled lazily around him, comforting and calming. Spook stood there silently a moment. Even he was unsure of why he wanted to stay in the city. For years he led the wanderer’s life and never once complained or thought it. Why was it different now? The hunt was the same no matter where he lived.

"I told you because I like it here. The fresh ocean air makes the girls loose and the blood flow freely." he stated. When no reply was forthcoming he continued to stop the stretching minutes. "I’ve carved out a place that was safe until I met you. Where I didn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder for all the knives aimed my way. I’m not so ready to give that up right now."

[voidmazhar]

As expected, the sneaky little thief vanished into the shadows. Or at least, he tried to. Mazhar wasn't sure if it was due to the waning hours or something else, but as long as he did not focus wholly on him, he could still make out the boy's shape. Turning his gaze towards an empty wall, he watched the thief from his periphery, half expecting him to attack at any second.

Seconds stretched between them and still he lingered. A tiny part of him rose in a surge of triumph before he smoothed it back down, not wanting to gloat too early. The smile that had starting to creep up on his mouth abruptly died at Spook's words.

"Knives aimed your way? I've never once threatened you, nor has any of my disciples, I can guarantee that. Is someone...never mind, I will handle this." Turning, he mumbled under his breath as he paced, fingers fluttering near his ear. After a scant minute, he stopped, returning his once again luminous gaze on the other man, a sharp grin gracing his lips. "Fine. You may have the outer docks, whores, taverns and homeless all the same. I only ask for one thing in return." Shifting his focus to the right just a bit, he strode forward, reaching out to grab his arms, yanking them flush.

"Give me your vow."

[voidmazhar]

-

Hissing, he jerked back, pain blooming from the bite. Letting go of his neck, he brought two fingers up to his mouth. Warm liquid sluggishly bubbled out, coating his fingers as he stared down at them. A low chuckle dragged his attention back to the thief, his jaw tightening. Leaning back in, he dragged his bloody fingers over the boy’s smirking mouth before gripping his jaw, red trailing from the corner of his lips.

"That was very stupid, little thief," he murmured, yanking him forward into a brutal kiss. Clearly not expecting him, the boy’s mouth jerked open. Immediately Mazhar’s tongue shoved inside, wrapping around his own. He could taste the cheap wine the boy had been drinking earlier, mingled with the blood from his mouth’s bleeding lip. It was delicious, heady, and something else he had never tasted before in his life but was positive to which he was already addicted. One last taste and then he pulled back, eyes dark as he took in their shifted positions.

Wide eyes, rapidly drying blood smeared across pale skin, and tight fingers clenched at his shirt. Mazhar knew very well what he wanted to do, but the boy? He was wild, uncontrollable. He opened his mouth before closing it a second later, waiting to see what he would do as silence stretched between the two.

[nightdrawndagger]

He flinched expecting immediate pain when Mazhar’s hand retreated from his throat. The last thing he expected was a kiss. Shock held him so completely that he didn’t stop himself from kissing back; from pressing their bodies together. Nor from hooking an arm around the man’s neck to keep them close and sucking from the gaping wound on his lip. The magic tainted blood needled across his tongue and kept him wanting more after they pulled apart.

Spook licked his own lips for one final zing before resuming his glare and waiting for him to explain himself. Just who did he think he was? He was so sure pain would provoke Mazhar into killing him. Who would not have that as their first reaction. Obviously those lesser rumors of the sun baking him mad were true…

His eyes kept drifting to his mouth. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from lapping at the line of scarlet streaming from the bite during his vigil. But the wait was too long and he broke. Dipping down, he almost swiped his tongue over the other’s lips before suddenly halting. Eyes flicking up to catch the slightest hint of a smile. He was being toyed with.

Furious at himself, he spat in Mazhar’s face and struggled to get free again.

[voidmazhar]

The situation was rapidly dissolving and even Mazhar wasn't sure he could salvage it. Licking his lips, he released his grip, stepping back just one pace. Reaching out, he swiped his finger along the underside of Spook's bottom lip, catching the last remnant of his blood. At the resultant hiss, almost like an outraged cat, Mazhar finally stepped back far enough away in an attempt to calm the pissed thief. 

"Why do you want a slice of my city anyway? You don't want to help rule, you don't want to challenge me," he asked, tilting his head in question. "You say you just want your own little part, but I sense there is more that you want than just some dingy swath of rotting docks and the occasional homeless nobody." 

There was obvious lingering tension from their kiss, but Mazhar continued to ignore it. He planned on using the boy's residual irritation to either spill on his real need for a home or force the issue on the kiss. Both of which would be interesting and he just couldn't figure out which one would be the most amusing. 

[voidmazhar]

-

His little display of resistance was not amusing, to say the least. Mazhar’s eyes narrowed as the thief continued to speak, but the words meant nothing to him. The last syllable hadn’t even finished echoing in the empty room before he was pinning the younger boy against the opposite wall.

There was no small amount of satisfaction in him as the boy’s ridiculously blue eyes widened; his own eyes, wreathed in violet fire, reflecting back in the startled irises. One leg jammed between his, an arm, bar like across his chest, and fingers curving like claws into the soft skin of his neck, Mazhar pinned the other male to the wall fully. Pressing close, he allowed the thief a few seconds to take in the enormous pressure that was building around him before loosening his grip on his neck minutely.

"I will end you right now, if you so wish it," he rumbled, power seeping into him, turning his voice into glass buried in his throat. "But I would much rather keep you alive. Your skills, your abilities…they are useful, wouldn’t you agree?" Shifting his weight, he loosened his hold but tightened his position, their faces a breath apart.

"Take the vow."

[nightdrawndagger]

Before he knew it rough wood bit through his threadbare shirt. For a moment he struggled, but the other man only seemed to lean more heavily on him; each failed twist slowly squeezed the air from his lungs. Each jerk bringing him closer until Spook could feel his breath on his cheek. He clawed at the well muscled arm more out of instinct than expectation of a positive result. 

Mazhar knew what he was doing. Iron grip on his chest and throat, and the leg between his kept him just off the floor and unable to purchase leverage on the larger male. Animosity still oozed from him after he stilled to fully take in the situation. Strangulation wasn’t the quickest way out, but  he had had worse. Much worse. And a few minutes of dying was better than a lifetime of servitude to this devil.

The grip crushing his windpipe just enough to let him gulp the fresh sea air. His captor was expecting an answer and eagerly leaned in ever closer in to hear him choke out a predictable yes that he was too proud to say.A broad grin stretched as an idea sprang to mind. If he was going out then he had to surprise the bastard one last time.

Snapping his head forward, his teeth latched on to Mazhar’s full lower lip. He bite down until the salted copper taste of blood reached his tongue before jerking his head sharp to the side, pulling the sensitive chunk of flesh with him.

[voidmazhar]

Hissing, he jerked back, pain blooming from the bite. Letting go of his neck, he brought two fingers up to his mouth. Warm liquid sluggishly bubbled out, coating his fingers as he stared down at them. A low chuckle dragged his attention back to the thief, his jaw tightening. Leaning back in, he dragged his bloody fingers over the boy's smirking mouth before gripping his jaw, red trailing from the corner of his lips.

"That was very stupid, little thief," he murmured, yanking him forward into a brutal kiss. Clearly not expecting him, the boy's mouth jerked open. Immediately Mazhar's tongue shoved inside, wrapping around his own. He could taste the cheap wine the boy had been drinking earlier, mingled with the blood from his mouth's bleeding lip. It was delicious, heady, and something else he had never tasted before in his life but was positive to which he was already addicted. One last taste and then he pulled back, eyes dark as he took in their shifted positions.

Wide eyes, rapidly drying blood smeared across pale skin, and tight fingers clenched at his shirt. Mazhar knew very well what he wanted to do, but the boy? He was wild, uncontrollable. He opened his mouth before closing it a second later, waiting to see what he would do as silence stretched between the two.

[voidmazhar]

-

"This is my city and I police everywhere. The people that make this place their home, whether they know it or not, they trust me to keep them safe. They rely on my protection to keep this city running smoothly. And I don’t need some stubborn little upstart trying to tell me what I can and can’t do." He stated, all emotion leeched from his voice.

"Quiet." He snapped when Spook opened his mouth. "I need someone I can trust, someone I can believe will do what is needed for this city, someone who will listen to me. Can you do that? Because if you can’t, I will erase you." He fell silent, letting the younger man take in exactly what he was asking to get in to. "However, if you still are insistent on trying to carve out your own little home, I need a bond. A vow."

[nightdrawndagger]

"I bend knee to no one," he declares with a sneer, stretching out his arms, "so erase me."

A bit of his smugness bubbles up to his growing smile while he waited. Only a moment more and his arms dropped back to his sides satisfied that Mazhar’s threat carried no weight. “Or not. This little upstart won’t tell you what you can and can’t do.”

[voidmazhar]

His little display of resistance was not amusing, to say the least. Mazhar's eyes narrowed as the thief continued to speak, but the words meant nothing to him. The last syllable hadn't even finished echoing in the empty room before he was pinning the younger boy against the opposite wall.

There was no small amount of satisfaction in him as the boy's ridiculously blue eyes widened; his own eyes, wreathed in violet fire, reflecting back in the startled irises. One leg jammed between his, an arm, bar like across his chest, and fingers curving like claws into the soft skin of his neck, Mazhar pinned the other male to the wall fully. Pressing close, he allowed the thief a few seconds to take in the enormous pressure that was building around him before loosening his grip on his neck minutely.

"I will end you right now, if you so wish it," he rumbled, power seeping into him, turning his voice into glass buried in his throat. "But I would much rather keep you alive. Your skills, your abilities...they are useful, wouldn't you agree?" Shifting his weight, he loosened his hold but tightened his position, their faces a breath apart.

"Take the vow."

[voidmazhar]

-

He remains silent as Spook drifted around the room, finally finally asking what Mazhar knew was lurking deep inside. Tilting his head, he studied the other man. He was strong, that much was certain and definitely possessed enough street smarts to last outside. But he just couldn’t reconcile the idea of this younger man operating in, much less controlling a part of his city.

It wasn’t that Mazhar didn’t want to share, oh no. He actually had been hoping someone strong and ambitious enough would come along so he could hand some of the reigns off. Relinquishing control wasn’t hard for him, but he refused to just give it to someone who was untested and could quite possibly lead their part of the city into the ground. Pulling himself from his musings, he refocused his attention on the thief. A stray thought popped into his head as he did, his mouth opening automatically.

"Rule with me."

[nightdrawndagger]

Shaking his head, he turned to the madman. Ruling was the last thing he wanted. If Mazhar thought that was what he wanted then he wasn’t as perceptive as everyone claimed. Such a disappointment, but he new better than to ever truly believe a rumor at face value.

"No," he stated with another shake of his head, "did I say I wanted to be a king? A ruler? No. Only a place to live without someone meddling in my affairs. Give me the slums. The lower docks. A place where a missing person won’t be noticed and where you won’t have a reason to police it."

[voidmazhar]

"This is my city and I police everywhere. The people that make this place their home, whether they know it or not, they trust me to keep them safe. They rely on my protection to keep this city running smoothly. And I don't need some stubborn little upstart trying to tell me what I can and can't do." He stated, all emotion leeched from his voice.

"Quiet." He snapped when Spook opened his mouth. "I need someone I can trust, someone I can believe will do what is needed for this city, someone who will listen to me. Can you do that? Because if you can't, I will erase you." He fell silent, letting the younger man take in exactly what he was asking to get in to. "However, if you still are insistent on trying to carve out your own little home, I need a bond. A vow."

[voidmazhar]

"You're not very sneaky, are you?"

Blinking in confusion, he stared down at the slight female standing behind him. At first glance, she was average - brown hair, hazel eyes, petite stature. The only remarkable quality was just how accurately she conveyed her sense of aggravation and annoyance. Mazhar couldn’t help the edges of his mouth from curling up. It was kind of adorable. All that murderous fury wrapped up in a pocket sized body. Speaking of which…

"Who says I was trying to be sneaky?"

[voidmazhar]

-

Mazhar watched her, fighting to keep his mouth from curving at the corners. She was fidgeting and it was adorable. As he spoke, he saw the homicidal look in her eyes slow fade as his favor was spoken. Confusion melted into curiosity, followed by a pout and finished with a quick twirl of her hair.

He shrugged at her question, shoving his hands into his pockets. Truth be told, he hadn’t actually thought that far yet, so how much he was willing to offer was pretty much dependent on her.

"Well now, that entirely depends on how well you do. How good you look, how convincing you are…" He trailed off as the manic gleam once again entered her eyes. Raising his hands in mock surrender, he took a step back.

"Easy, little assassin. How about this? You tell me what you want and I’ll either agree or counter offer? Sound fair enough?"

[thesecondcat-deactivated2015053]

Anger flared in the feline’s eyes once more. This time however, it was quicker to fade and be buried under the guise of indifference. Ardith reminded herself that they are now speaking business… and that this man couldn’t help being an ass because that’s what he probably is.

The mention of the word ‘assassin’ prompted a subtle twitch of one furred ear. That answers at least one of her main questions: Why this man chose to approach her. Perhaps he needed much more than a “double” for his mate.

Now the problem of payment. She loathes having to name prices. “How much are you willing to pay?” 

[voidmazhar]

Mazhar shrugs, clasping his hands behind him as he stared down at the female. Her unwillingness to actually answer him was interesting. So far the majority of her responses had been insults or returned questions.

"I am willing to pay however much it takes, but I cannot do that unless someone actually suggests a price," he answered, giving his words just the slightest inflection. "Do you need more information about the proposition? Or are you just too afraid to say no? Or better yet, yes?" Unlinking his arms, he held them out in front of him.

"Either you’re interested or you’re not. Since I know you are, why don’t we just cut through this little charade and get to business. And if you think it won’t be worth it, I can promise you, I will make it worth your time,” he finished, pinning her with a heated gaze as he stepped closer.

[thesecondcat-deactivated2015053]

As soon as Mazhar lifted a foot to make one step closer, Ardith already wanted to back away two. This never happened however, as she doesn’t want to do anything that would add up to the impression that she is somehow afraid of the man.

He hit it spot on. The reason for her not wanting to give a definite reply. She doesn’t want to say “yes” but something is keeping her from saying “no” as well. The two options chased each other in her mind. Like stupid rats, her brain insisted. Ardith glared up at the man once again, her fingers making a gesture that could only mean a big amount of gold. If she’s lucky, he’d pay her that much… luckier if he declines.

[voidmazhar]

"That much?" He shrugs, beginning to idly circle her again. "That is simple enough...if that is all you want?" Pausing, he shot her a challenging look before continuing. "I can offer you so much more. Every wish, every desire, all you have to do but ask," he murmurs against her ear, grinning as it flickers, annoyed.

"So, do you still only want a cold empty pile of coin? Or did you want to change your price. Remember, you can have anything." Mazhar repeated, holding one hand out to her. Silence slowly stretched between them as the petite female stared up at him. A grin twitched at the corner of his mouth as her eyes narrowed in clear unadulterated irritation. As seconds ticked by, the fur on her tail puffed out more and more until it was twice as big. The grin finally bloomed on his face.

"So?"

[voidmazhar]

-

"Kill me? That would be paying you for doing nothing. Why would I reward you for not fulfilling your end of the bargain?" For the first time, the amusement that normally surrounded the seer was gone, wiped away at the new turn in the conversation. Shrugging, his eyes flickered back to meet the angry ones of the thief.

"I could let you kill me, but just know that it will spread that you cannot be trusted. That you expect payment with rendering that which you have agreed to fulfill. You would be branded as an oathbreaker. Who would trust you then?” Cocking his head, he stared impassively at Spook, his arms crossed. Such impetuousness resided in this young man. If not tempered, it would prove hazardous to both of them and their relationships, both with each other and all others.

"Now, would you like to give me a real answer this time?"

[nightdrawndagger]

"Only fools trust assassins they conjure from the shadows," he scoffed while sheathing his weapons and crossing his arms in an insolent stance, "No one trusts me except you. 

"You know what I want. Somehow you think you figured me out, but haven’t puzzled it all together or else your offer would be more than wealth." Quietly padding over, he opened the lone window in the modest flat letting in a cool, salty night breeze. The spread of buildings glowed in a gauze of fog all the way down to the fingers of docks stretching into the black sea. Watching the lights twinkle eased his temper.

"I like it here. The weather and women are pleasant and enjoyable enough. Always a new wash of people brought in on boats… I want— need a slice of this city. A hunting grounds and a safe haven of my own. Free of idiot madmen who go flitting wherever they feel."

[voidmazhar]

He remains silent as Spook drifted around the room, finally finally asking what Mazhar knew was lurking deep inside. Tilting his head, he studied the other man. He was strong, that much was certain and definitely possessed enough street smarts to last outside. But he just couldn't reconcile the idea of this younger man operating in, much less controlling a part of his city.

It wasn't that Mazhar didn't want to share, oh no. He actually had been hoping someone strong and ambitious enough would come along so he could hand some of the reigns off. Relinquishing control wasn't hard for him, but he refused to just give it to someone who was untested and could quite possibly lead their part of the city into the ground. Pulling himself from his musings, he refocused his attention on the thief. A stray thought popped into his head as he did, his mouth opening automatically.

"Rule with me."

[nightdrawndagger]

-

Sleep almost took him before he felt something disturb the quiet shadows of his dark room. Words sounded in the silence and he bolted from the bed, weapons drawn. His eyes quickly narrowed on the intruder. He stayed in a ready crouch slowly circling him.

"Hours ago," he growled, expression softening as he caught a faint scent of blood from the other. What had he interrupted? "You offered me a job. I’d be doing this town a favor by letting this newest enemy kill you, but I’m bored. I’m taking it even if it is fucking stupid."

The thief stopped when the door was to his back for a quick escape. “Payment up front. I only work at night.”

[voidmazhar]

"Hours ago? Are you sure about that?" Humming, he swung his gaze around the room, taking note of the tiny hints that betrayed the existence of its occupant. Finally, he turned back to the thief who had taken the time to edge near the back door. Mazhar let a sharp grin slice across his lips before sliding. Easy as breathing, he slipped out of that plane and then right back in. However, now he was between Spook and the door.

"Nighttime is fine, I actually prefer it," he stated, his grin only widening when the other man jumped, cursing at him. "As for payment…I already am getting what I want. What is it that you want? It can be anything, except wishing me gone. After all, how can I pay you if I’m nowhere to be found?"

[nightdrawndagger]

There was a moment of confusion when his potential employer disappeared. He has just enough time to figure out what happened when that familiar voice sounded from behind. It almost causing him to drop his weapons. Mazhar was toying with him. Definitely didn’t like that. Face red with anger, he shouted the first thought that boiled up, “Let me fucking kill you then! That way you’re here for the payment.”

[voidmazhar]

"Kill me? That would be paying you for doing nothing. Why would I reward you for not fulfilling your end of the bargain?" For the first time, the amusement that normally surrounded the seer was gone, wiped away at the new turn in the conversation. Shrugging, his eyes flickered back to meet the angry ones of the thief.

"I could let you kill me, but just know that it will spread that you cannot be trusted. That you expect payment with rendering that which you have agreed to fulfill. You would be branded as an oathbreaker. Who would trust you then?" Cocking his head, he stared impassively at Spook, his arms crossed. Such impetuousness resided in this young man. If not tempered, it would prove hazardous to both of them and their relationships, both with each other and all others.

"Now, would you like to give me a real answer this time?"

[voidmazhar]

-

The calling came when he least expected it, but regardless, the smirk stole across his mouth. He had expected it, of course and without further ado, handed his dagger off to his disciple and vanished. Of course, he didn’t go to the thief right away. Oh no, that would appear as if he had been waiting for him.

He milled around for the better part of an hour before finally deigning to answer the summons, coalescing slowly into the threadbare room. Controlling his amusement, he merely sent the other man a questioning look.

"You called?"

[nightdrawndagger]

Sleep almost took him before he felt something disturb the quiet shadows of his dark room. Words sounded in the silence and he bolted from the bed, weapons drawn. His eyes quickly narrowed on the intruder. He stayed in a ready crouch slowly circling him.

"Hours ago," he growled, expression softening as he caught a faint scent of blood from the other. What had he interrupted? "You offered me a job. I’d be doing this town a favor by letting this newest enemy kill you, but I’m bored. I’m taking it even if it is fucking stupid."

The thief stopped when the door was to his back for a quick escape. “Payment up front. I only work at night.”

[voidmazhar]

"Hours ago? Are you sure about that?" Humming, he swung his gaze around the room, taking note of the tiny hints that betrayed the existence of its occupant. Finally, he turned back to the thief who had taken the time to edge near the back door. Mazhar let a sharp grin slice across his lips before sliding. Easy as breathing, he slipped out of that plane and then right back in. However, now he was between Spook and the door.

"Nighttime is fine, I actually prefer it," he stated, his grin only widening when the other man jumped, cursing at him. "As for payment...I already am getting what I want. What is it that you want? It can be anything, except wishing me gone. After all, how can I pay you if I'm nowhere to be found?"

[voidmazhar]

"You're not very sneaky, are you?"

Blinking in confusion, he stared down at the slight female standing behind him. At first glance, she was average - brown hair, hazel eyes, petite stature. The only remarkable quality was just how accurately she conveyed her sense of aggravation and annoyance. Mazhar couldn’t help the edges of his mouth from curling up. It was kind of adorable. All that murderous fury wrapped up in a pocket sized body. Speaking of which…

"Who says I was trying to be sneaky?"

[voidmazhar]

-

Mazhar watched her, fighting to keep his mouth from curving at the corners. She was fidgeting and it was adorable. As he spoke, he saw the homicidal look in her eyes slow fade as his favor was spoken. Confusion melted into curiosity, followed by a pout and finished with a quick twirl of her hair.

He shrugged at her question, shoving his hands into his pockets. Truth be told, he hadn’t actually thought that far yet, so how much he was willing to offer was pretty much dependent on her.

"Well now, that entirely depends on how well you do. How good you look, how convincing you are…" He trailed off as the manic gleam once again entered her eyes. Raising his hands in mock surrender, he took a step back.

"Easy, little assassin. How about this? You tell me what you want and I’ll either agree or counter offer? Sound fair enough?"

[thesecondcat-deactivated2015053]

Anger flared in the feline’s eyes once more. This time however, it was quicker to fade and be buried under the guise of indifference. Ardith reminded herself that they are now speaking business… and that this man couldn’t help being an ass because that’s what he probably is.

The mention of the word ‘assassin’ prompted a subtle twitch of one furred ear. That answers at least one of her main questions: Why this man chose to approach her. Perhaps he needed much more than a “double” for his mate.

Now the problem of payment. She loathes having to name prices. “How much are you willing to pay?” 

[voidmazhar]

Mazhar shrugs, clasping his hands behind him as he stared down at the female. Her unwillingness to actually answer him was interesting. So far the majority of her responses had been insults or returned questions.

"I am willing to pay however much it takes, but I cannot do that unless someone actually suggests a price," he answered, giving his words just the slightest inflection. "Do you need more information about the proposition? Or are you just too afraid to say no? Or better yet, yes?" Unlinking his arms, he held them out in front of him.

"Either you're interested or you're not. Since I know you are, why don't we just cut through this little charade and get to business. And if you think it won't be worth it, I can promise you, I will make it worth your time," he finished, pinning her with a heated gaze as he stepped closer.

[voidmazhar]

-

"Yes. I want you, a trained and skilled killer, to keep me alive. All you have to do is kill everyone else who comes near me. I would have thought you’d relish the chance to offer such a high amount of bodies up to whoever you worship." He shrugged, polishing off the last of his drink, pulling a single gold coin out from his clothes. Setting it down on the counter, he finally stood up.

"I suppose I was wrong about you, Spook of the shadows. Maybe that does make me stupid and that goes double for overestimating your skills. But that’s the thing about rumors," he stated, bending to rest his palms on the scarred wood of the table and leaning toward the other man, "they always have a bit of truth to them." Straightening back up, he tossed something down on the table, skittering across the grains with a faint plink.

"Should you change your mind…" He nodded towards the small dimly glowing gem. With that, he spun, sauntering out of the pub.

[nightdrawndagger]

"I’d relish draining the life from you more," he sneered, snatching the gem and replacing the gold coin with the appropriate amount of worn coppers. Spook gave Mazhar a healthy head start before leaving the small, smoky pub for home.

The gem stayed tucked away in a leather pouch until he sobered up back in his spartan rented room. His first instinct was to sell it, but everyone he took it to refused to even touch it after they turned it over to find a small inscription. Apparently the bastard’s influence was stronger than he initially thought. Any other magicked gem would be worth three times its weight. Their fear did pique his curiosity…

Days later, sitting on his small cot, he rolled the stone between his palms while he thought it over. Mind made up, he smashed it on the wooden floor, watching it splinter into a thousand sparkling shards.

[voidmazhar]

The calling came when he least expected it, but regardless, the smirk stole across his mouth. He had expected it, of course and without further ado, handed his dagger off to his disciple and vanished. Of course, he didn't go to the thief right away. Oh no, that would appear as if he had been waiting for him.

He milled around for the better part of an hour before finally deigning to answer the summons, coalescing slowly into the threadbare room. Controlling his amusement, he merely sent the other man a questioning look.

"You called?"

[nightdrawndagger]

-

"Nothing better than dying on a bed of blood…" he trailed off. The buxom young waitress stole his attention as she leaned forward to place the foam topped mugs. His eyes followed her around. Half of his drink was gone before Mazhar’s words registered over her ample bosom. It took the other half before he replied. "You sound like everyone else. Always promises of fame, easy gold, lovers. For the smallest of favors. So damn small. Nothing I couldn’t handle with ease."

Leaning back, he stretched out in the shadowed part of the booth once more. He rubbed some of the blood spray from his neck then licked his fingers clean. “Favors,” snorts a laugh, what he thought of the term clear on his face, “Fucking tell me who needs to die. Don’t sugar coat. Don’t bullshit what you want. I only have one purpose, and you know it. Tell me who then maybe then I’ll tell you my rate. And no, my life doesn’t count as pay.”

[voidmazhar]

"Ah really? But did I promise fame, easy gold or lovers? I merely said you could increase your lifestyle and pool of allies. Though it’s interesting your mind automatically calls up a harem as a reward. I suppose I’ll have to keep that in mind." His grin only increased at the look of pure rage that flashed across the other man’s face.

Shrugging, he took a long drag from his mug, tongue flicking out to catch the sweet foam. Silence descended on the table as he contemplated just exactly how he wanted to approach this proposition.

"Regardless of your more fascinating proclivities, my favor does not actually call for the death of anyone. No, your services are need more as a guarantee that a body gets out alive. Specifically, me and I need the best I can get. So, now the question is, are you?"

[nightdrawndagger]

A sneer was perpetually plastered on his face.The man had a way of insulting him that made it hard to keep from crunching his face in. Now the latest insult was not only keeping someone alive, but the bastard himself. He shook his head to clear his thoughts but

Spook knew many wanted Mazhar dead just as much as he did. The prospect of protecting him through whatever the hells he had planned sounded more annoying than profitable. It was difficult enough to sit still and listen to him.

"Let me get this straight: you want me to keep you alive. Me. Whom you caught killing not too long ago. I tried  to kill you," He moved to get up but a wave of dizziness kept him seated, "Sorry, but you’re fucking stupid."

[voidmazhar]

"Yes. I want you, a trained and skilled killer, to keep me alive. All you have to do is kill everyone else who comes near me. I would have thought you'd relish the chance to offer such a high amount of bodies up to whoever you worship." He shrugged, polishing off the last of his drink, pulling a single gold coin out from his clothes. Setting it down on the counter, he finally stood up.

"I suppose I was wrong about you, Spook of the shadows. Maybe that does make me stupid and that goes double for overestimating your skills. But that's the thing about rumors," he stated, bending to rest his palms on the scarred wood of the table and leaning toward the other man, "they always have a bit of truth to them." Straightening back up, he tossed something down on the table, skittering across the grains with a faint plink.

"Should you change your mind..." He nodded towards the small dimly glowing gem. With that, he spun, sauntering out of the pub.

[nightdrawndagger]

"A sword must drink to reach its full potential."

[voidmazhar]

"All that blood and nobody to share it with. Pity."

[voidmazhar]

"You're not very sneaky, are you?"

Blinking in confusion, he stared down at the slight female standing behind him. At first glance, she was average - brown hair, hazel eyes, petite stature. The only remarkable quality was just how accurately she conveyed her sense of aggravation and annoyance. Mazhar couldn’t help the edges of his mouth from curling up. It was kind of adorable. All that murderous fury wrapped up in a pocket sized body. Speaking of which…

"Who says I was trying to be sneaky?"

[voidmazhar]

"Rich? Yes. Bastard? I’m fairly certain my parents were married when they had me, so unfortunately, you are incorrect, little one. But I do hope you’ll try again. I must say, watching you work yourself up into such a frenzy is such a treat." His grin stretched even wider as he continued to antagonize the female in front of him.

"Though, I never thought you were for sale. At least…not for anything long term," he teased, dodging her quick lash out. Shaking his head, he kept a respectable distance between the two. "Now now, don’t get so twisted up in knots. I actually do have a proposition for you. And before you hit me, no it isn’t anything sexual."

"I am required to attend a certain…celebratory function, I’ll call it. And while I am quite satisfied with my mate, I am in need of a double, so to say. One of the more delicate nature, if you catch my drift." He gave her a pointed look, waiting for her to understand before continuing.

[thesecondcat-deactivated2015053]

Ardith would have stabbed him. Wanted to. Yet she let him finish speaking. An impressive feat, as she was itching to knock him down. All the while the stranger spoke, she glared at him.

So he needs her to play a role that would undoubtedly involve being near him and being in contact with him all night. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the idea. It is an easy enough job however… and would put an end to him bothering her. Reaching a hand up, she twirled a lock of her hair— an unconscious gesture she sometimes does when in thought. Letting out a sigh, she asked the inevitable question:

"How much am I getting paid for this?"

[voidmazhar]

Mazhar watched her, fighting to keep his mouth from curving at the corners. She was fidgeting and it was adorable. As he spoke, he saw the homicidal look in her eyes slow fade as his favor was spoken. Confusion melted into curiosity, followed by a pout and finished with a quick twirl of her hair.

He shrugged at her question, shoving his hands into his pockets. Truth be told, he hadn't actually thought that far yet, so how much he was willing to offer was pretty much dependent on her.

"Well now, that entirely depends on how well you do. How good you look, how convincing you are..." He trailed off as the manic gleam once again entered her eyes. Raising his hands in mock surrender, he took a step back.

"Easy, little assassin. How about this? You tell me what you want and I'll either agree or counter offer? Sound fair enough?"

[voidmazhar]

Wafting away the curling tendril of smoke, he tugged Spook’s hands over under the light. Somehow he was not surprised that the skin was already back to pristine condition. The thief yanked his hands back with a scandalized huff, to which Mazhar only responded with a look.

"Now why would I kill you? Of course, I could always start by divining all of your hidden caches, clean them out, then eviscerate your body upon one of my stone alters. Doesn’t that sound nice?" He asked with a pleasant grin. His amusement rose at the younger man’s response, hardly far from typical.

"Or instead, you could keep your life, increase your wealth and gain a valuable ally. The choice is completely up to you, of course," he stated, shrugging and leaning back as the maid brought over two mugs of ale. "All I need is for you to help with a favor…or two."

[nightdrawndagger]

"Nothing better than dying on a bed of blood…" he trailed off. The buxom young waitress stole his attention as she leaned forward to place the foam topped mugs. His eyes followed her around. Half of his drink was gone before Mazhar’s words registered over her ample bosom. It took the other half before he replied. "You sound like everyone else. Always promises of fame, easy gold, lovers. For the smallest of favors. So damn small. Nothing I couldn’t handle with ease."

Leaning back, he stretched out in the shadowed part of the booth once more. He rubbed some of the blood spray from his neck then licked his fingers clean. “Favors,” snorts a laugh, what he thought of the term clear on his face, “Fucking tell me who needs to die. Don’t sugar coat. Don’t bullshit what you want. I only have one purpose, and you know it. Tell me who then maybe then I’ll tell you my rate. And no, my life doesn’t count as pay.”

[voidmazhar]

"Ah really? But did I promise fame, easy gold or lovers? I merely said you could increase your lifestyle and pool of allies. Though it's interesting your mind automatically calls up a harem as a reward. I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind." His grin only increased at the look of pure rage that flashed across the other man's face.

Shrugging, he took a long drag from his mug, tongue flicking out to catch the sweet foam. Silence descended on the table as he contemplated just exactly how he wanted to approach this proposition.

"Regardless of your more fascinating proclivities, my favor does not actually call for the death of anyone. No, your services are need more as a guarantee that a body gets out alive. Specifically, me and I need the best I can get. So, now the question is, are you?"