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A KEEN EYE OR UNCANNY PREMONITION; he can hardly tell anymore whether the demonic blood has seeped further to twist his perspective, or his unyielding vigilance remains true to him alone. Easy for him to spy an ‘unassuming’ shadow in the midst of masses; how elusive the man was, unnoticed and disregarded until the right moment.
Fleeting motions turned to instincts, he managed to follow amongst chaos, heavy-footed chase far away from the planned elegance of the man’s getaway. He has his own merits, his own gifts, yet the virtue of stealth was a far cry from any of the young hunter’s talents. The difference between him and anyone else however, was that he was able to keep up. And now he stands, disdain visible and etched upon a scowl, mind not yet made up on the consequences.
❝ Know it wasn’t your intention but, I gotta say —-you sure know how to attract a crowd. ❞ Even now, he hears noise surpass the side-streets, the faint gathering of people in commotion. Confusion abound; he has no doubt that there’s more than enough witnesses to contest their own stories of benighted perspective.
Nothing he’s interested in returning to.
a dance is stepped, blood contacting with earth becomes the beat at which tailcoats sway and the bass of the thud from dead weight sounds the change of partners. hidden blades stained, ambers eyes glowing, the countdown until ear piercing screams ticks; the watchful eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. the plan, however, crumbles slightly as a brute enters peripheral view. with no want to deal with such annoyances, the assassin flees with rather obvious company and leads them both a few roof tops away; seems the other was skilled under stamina, sight and speed.
❝ it is a habit of mine, though some seem to be a fan of my work. ❞ jest falls from lips, body shifts, gaze drinking in the oddities; these clothes are not from firenze, roma or even from italia . peculiar . ❝ you are not from here, tell me, where do you come from and why were you following me ? ❞ nothing but curiosity drips from words. if the stranger happened to be hostile, there was a subconscious assurance that there would’ve been an attack far earlier than this; either a playful opponent or a newfound acquaintance.
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