Hidden In The Shadows - A fantasy lit/semi-lit RP

[Soul Of Space]

Samantha and Cameron froze, whirling around. Of course, Sam already had a growl rising in her throat, "And you ask why?" she asked, blue-gray eyes narrowed at Dove. "I don't speak my name unless I know yours." she sang, giggling madly. It was rather obvious she was playing with her. "We're out for our reasons, it's a nice night, why wouldn't we? Can't two siblings have fun at night?" she forced herself not to grin, knowing her teeth would be visible if she did. She didn't want to take chances. Lifting her hand to the sapphire around her neck, she held it, looking up at her brother.

Cameron rolled his eyes, "Honestly, you are completely useless." he snorted, shaking his head. His clear blue gaze went to the Catcher, "My sister has a point, it is a nice night, very nice, actually. We figured we could... run some errands." he chuckled darkly, brushing his black hair from his eyes.

[aieralyn]

Natsumi:
Midnight followed after Natsumi and lazily dropped to a sitting position and leaned back against the tree. He rested his head on his knees, keeping one eye on the tree.He's being to obvious about this, she silently complained.
“Yeah.” He sighed, an answer to her question.
In her perephial vision, Natsumi saw the shadow slowly coming closer. She made sure that her hands were resting on the pommels of her daggers.
Suddenly the shadow leaned over, now in plain view, and shoved her. The shadow was smiling with an evil glint in her eyes as Natsumi started to fall backwards. As she fell back she heard the shadow snickering, And so it finally starts, she thought with contentment.
Instead of falling down as the shadow probably expected, she extended one of her arms and used it to flip backwards. She landed with her daggers both drawn in a defensive position. A thin trail of blood streamed from her shoulders, the shadow's nails must have dug into her skin.
She laughed a little, "What's the point of a fight if there's no blood?" She was now smiling as well, but her smile was of anticipation, not of malice.
Still smiling, she challenged, "Show me what you've got, if you can fight at all."

[geinkotsu]

SylasNox Arcana

Username:
Geinkotsu
Full Name:
Sylas Morier Writhinrae
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Group:
Shadows

General Description:
He is a rather tall man, reaching six feet and seven inches, and a bit thin, weighing at about one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. He has a well formed body, however, muscles chiseling out a toned body and packing a nice punch behind his fist. He has a very defined jaw line that is rather boxy rather than very rounded, but a very smooth chin. His nose is rather girlish, well rounded and somewhat small with very smooth cheek bones that have slim depth. His lips are thin, but extremely soft and well taken care of, just as much of his appearance. His eyes are narrow and hold a cold, almost jaded, serious look to them. With thick black lashes that shield his golden yellow eyes that can only be described as melancholic or icy. His right pupil has molded into a yellowish color, defined by a single dark ring. His skin tone is rather pale, almost a lily white color. He has two, long, curved scars on his left cheek that reach from above his ear to bellow his eye. He has long, black hair that reaches to the middle of his back and has become a lighter shade of grey over the years, lighter than the jet black he used to obtain. It is very silky and soft looking, and is between unkempt and strait. His bangs are cropped shorter, usually pushed away from his face. His body is unscathed other than the few scars you might find lingering over his skin. There is one on his left arm, a few on his back and chest, and one on his left leg. The most severe one trails from the right side of his neck down to his collar bone and is very deep and wide, but somewhat short in length. He also has a bitemark on his ankle, the scar is very faded, however.

Likes:
Peace and Quiet
Tactical games
Tea/Coffee
Books
Nature
Blood
Bird Bones
Dislikes:
Rudeness
Rash/Overly Confident People
Shadow Catchers
Bright Light
Rubies

Personality:
He is very hard to figure out, when you first meet him. He is rather irritable, and doesn’t seem to like hanging around youngsters. He finds them very annoying. But, if you piece it together, it would be because they are rash, they have little will or guidance in their life, they never make any reasonable or good choices, and they don’t take well to him. Perhaps because he scolds them. He is a disciplinary figure, if not a father figure. He will reprimand you, no matter what background you may have. He doesn’t care. He can seem very cold when he talks to people, and rather mean. However, if you bothered to try and look into him, he has a heart. Though it has have years of abuse and neglect and hasn’t been used in ages.

History: He used to be human. He lived with his family and two older siblings, both whom were girls. He wasn’t very favored, in the fact he was odd. He was born with black hair, even though his parents and his sisters all had dirty blonde or pure blonde hair. He never seemed to get mad, at anything, simply observing. His smile never seem genuine around anyone other than his family. It only seemed polite at best, but never had his heart to it. At the age of twelve, he had been shunned by many, just because of his hair color. He never really liked anyone anyways. No one but his family. A year later, however, on an errand in the night to retrieve a pocket watch from the store for his father, he had been bitten by a Shadow. Even he knew what it meant.

He left without anything but a trace of his blood on the street, and, since then, his family presumed he had been eaten by a Shadow and never to return. But that was a lie. For many years, in fact, he lived a life of a murderous Shadow. He could not betray his desire for the taste of blood and bone- mostly bone. He kept to the forest as much as he could, eating animals whenever he got hungry. But they were small, medium at best. Their bone always chalky and frail. One night, however, at the age of nineteen, a strong urge for bone forced him into the city and he tasted first human bone. Sure, the other had been already half dead from another that night, but he had finished the man off and ate him as well. The delight of human never left his mind, but he forced it out of his mind. He was human once, and could not betray them. That night was also the cause of the scar on his neck and face, having been attacked by Shadow Catchers so very mercilessly. That was the first and last time he killed a human, with both the Shadow Catchers and his human morals to persuade him never to do it again. But then, with the lingering memory of human essence in his mind, there would be no telling if, and when, he would go back into the city for more.

Other: Theme Song

[Spaghetti]

(@Geinkotsu; Accepted)

[geinkotsu]

((Huzzah! *grabs Sylas by the hair and drags him into the forest*))

‘Imbeciles’ he thought dryly. He could clearly hear the Shadow Catcher’s voices, even though he wasn’t relatively close by. Even he could see through one of their cheesy talk- eventually, the second following quite quickly into a terrible act. It flooded his mind with skeptic comments as the dark dressed man sat on the ground up against thick tree trunk. His yellow eyes stared up at the tree tops, gazing through the dark collage of thick leaves that seemed almost black compared to the dark navy blue of the sky. Stars shined brilliantly in hundreds of thousands of dots, littering the sky like dust that swirled, but relayed no motion, and trailed into shapes and images that could form in the mind.

Sylas pondered if he should save the Shadow’s soul, if the Shadow Catchers were fortunate enough to have the skill to kill him or her. From what he had heard, the Shadow had been following them. Then again, he hadn’t been able to hear anything, other than the suspicion in the Catchers’ voices and the few cracks of twigs and the groans from trees that creaked like the bones of old men. If the Shadow had been following those humans, then it was their own folly. And a very foolish one at that. If you had no purpose or business with the Shadow Catchers, then it was wise to let them lie like the sleeping dogs they are. Sylas had learned that the first time he had entered the city after being turned. And he had a physical reminder as well- one he would never forget.

His gaze fell from the stars above, having been waiting for the thing he desired most to see at nights like these. He supposed he would have to help the Shadow, since he was a Shadow as well. But some part of him was reluctant. Some part of him said to let the Catchers’ teach the Shadow a memorable lesson. The other part said to not let the other get hurt. Oh what a confusion. His golden yellow eyes scanned the darkness before he slowly stood up. His long black hair shifting over his shoulders and tresses falling over his back. Sylas had no intent to let a Shadow die, not unless he or she deserved it. So he would at least stay nearby to the brewing fight to step in if he must.

His black garb hid him well in the shadows. He never wore what others did. Most of the citizens wore suits or stuffy formal cloths. It was not something Sylas ever grew accustomed to. He had always admired a very light clothing, that wasn’t restricting. It was very logical for a fight as well. His own cloths were close fitting, Wearing only his jacket, which was of a rather army/Chinese crossover. Having a low, stiff collar and a V necking, as the jacket wrapped over the other side and was pinned by one yellow button with yellow accented lines around the edges. The ends of the jacket reaching to his thighs, with the left one curbing down lower. A black cloth tied around his midsection, the ties left to flow shortly in the back and a yellow rope tied in a wrapped twice around it and a knot looped around the front, the rest of the rope looped down on his left side and tied at the back with the knot of the cloth. His pants aren’t very unique. Simply black pants bought off from another Shadow. His boots are knee high, with his pants tucked in and This extra dangling rope was where two, sinisterly black blades could be found. They are thin, with thin, black wrapped handles and the blade is about two-thirds the length of his entire arm. Which would be estimated about a foot and three inches. Not too long of a blade, but not short either. Being very thin at the tip, and being double edges, it has stabbing and cutting abilities.

He stood in the darkness, a arm crossed over his stomach with his palm gently rested on the top of one of the blade’s handles. He wondered if he would have to take the long-range approach or the short-range. His black gloves reached past his elbows, but did not cover the worn yellow, tightly knitted band around it arm, buckles by a metal pin. On the outside of his arm were rather small dagger, three of them in all, in a neat row. They two were black, handle and grip. However, tied around the end was a very thing beaded black string with a golden yellow feather fastened at the end. It acted as a weight pommel to keep the dagger on course. Sylas slithered forward through the trees, though his casual stride might have made it seem that he was not as cautious as he was. His long hair flowing behind him and the golden and pearly white beads twirling over his shoulder, the elegant, silvery feather at the end of the short, golden yellow beads twirling back and forth on a short leash.

Very quietly, he stood within the grass, crouching down slowly and staying beyond the trees as he stared into the slight clearing. Gazing upon the unfolding events as the human flipped backwards after a hefty shove, showing her daggers- which were larger than his own. They were meant for both close and long range, he could tell just from the size and their sleek, yet well formed, design. A fight was sure to happen, whether or not the other Shadow wanted it. The Catchers’ knew he or she was there now, and would likely not stop until she was dead or in their grasps for questioning of the other’s whereabouts.

‘Typical little puppets.’ Sylas thought, staring at them from a medium ranged distance. He was likely only three or four yards away. He could have heard the humans anyways, what with them acting like this was their forest and talking so very loud- at least, he opinioned it was loud. Considering the time of night and how silent it had been compared to their plain-sighted banter. Sylas kept low to the foliage of the nearby bushes and the trees, peering beyond the gaps as he sat crouched there, hand resting on his blade, listening intently all around him. Even if these two were not sneaky killing machines, since they were obviously trying to be noticed- which was stupid here- that didn’t mean there were not others around. And he was very suspicious of that fact.

[Spaghetti]

Midnight

~Don't you dare force me to my limits.~
~Because it might just force me to slice off that pretty face of yours.~

Midnight stayed seated as he heard the Shadow giggle, hearing her slide farther up the branch. Closer to him. He tensed, gripping the handle of his knife with light fingers, keeping his weight on his toes. He stayed seated, even as the Shadow leaned out of the tree beside him, pushing Natsumi and laughing. Midnight’s first thought was, Kill her. But he did not move a muscle, waiting to see what the Shadow would do next. Uneasy with the Shadow so close to his face, Midnight stood, spinning to face the Shadow and keeping the knife by his side. No need for it yet. Might as well make this fun, the night had been relatively boring so far.
But what to do with this Shadow? Not kill her, not yet. Torture? Questioning? Experimenting? What? Midnight was partial to the torture option, but Natsumi might not be so keen. Besides that, Midnight usually liked to work alone. Or with Dove. He looked down at where Natsumi was crouching. She was challenging the Shadow, asking if the Shadow could fight. Well, so much for the question. Midnight’s eyes flickered through the depths of the trees, alighting on the Shadow crouched there.
Not an overly attractive girl, but decent looking enough. Somewhat gothic looking, not that most Shadows did not tend to look a little gothic, what with the black hair and often unnaturally pale skin. But this girl, she had her sleek black hair tied up with a bow. From here, Midnight could see that the texture of the bow looked soft, much like velvet. The bow was nearly as black as the girl’s hair. Not quite though, as nothing could match the deathly black of a Shadow’s hair. Black as night, as the shadows they were made up of. As black as their souls.
Midnight’s gaze travelled down the girl’s face. Sharply planed, offset by full red lips. Doesn’t exactly help with goth-look she has going on here. His eyes touched on a small rose, black, in the girl’s nose. He snickered quietly, imagining the torture possibilities. But stop. You have to focus, otherwise she will kill you.
A sharp glint of cold steel reflected the moonlight. Midnight twirled the knife around his fingers, smiling at the Shadow. A cold smile, calculating, with the slightest hint of suppressed insanity. Not that Midnight was insane or anything. Sometimes it just seemed like it. He glanced momentarily back at Natsumi, before speaking softly. “A fight just isn’t the same without blood. Death preferably. Yours even more preferable. But hey, perhaps you can actually defend yourself. It’d be quite the surprise, but…” Midnight spread out his hands, keeping his grip on the knife, waiting for the Shadow to attack again.
Midnight froze, the smile fading. What was that? It felt like there was someone else watching the little fight scene here. He did not dare turn his back to the female Shadow…but what if there was something else out there? Midnight felt like they were being watched. Oh well, the more the merrier, right? The smile forced itself back onto Midnight’s face, but his eyes were wary and cold. Waiting, once again. For whatever was watching him to show itself. That is, if Midnight was not just being paranoid.

~Is my mind just haunting me? I've seen it happen before.~
~Or is there actually something there, waiting to force me past my limit?~

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Dove

~I am warning you now, do not open that closet.~
~Or if you do, just watch out of the skeletons. That closet is full of them.~

“And you ask why?”
Dove met the girl’s blue-grey gaze coolly. The girl was taller than her. Mind you, everyone was taller than Dove’s 4” 7’ tiny frame. The girl looked a few years older than Dove too. Again, no surprise there. Dove narrowed her own dark burgundy eyes. Insolent children. She rolled up the long sleeves of her black dress, pulling the collar slightly aside to reveal the tip of a black butterfly wing. The mark of a Shadow Catcher, and one that Dove was damn proud of. “I ask because it is my business.” Did these stupid kids honestly not realize? “Don’t you know that these streets are dangerous at night?” Dove asked, placing one hand on her hip and looking up at the two like they were stupid.
“I don't speak my name unless I know yours.”
Dove rolled her eyes. “And I don’t share. Sorry, I don’t trust you. Part of the job description.” Dove shrugged, fingering the sharp tines of her spork. “Just call me Fade.”
“We're out for our reasons, it's a nice night, why wouldn't we? Can't two siblings have fun at night?”
Oh. My. Lord. Dove narrowed her eyes, a scowl taking over her delicate face. “Nice as it is, it’s still night. You must be new here. No one normal enjoys the night. Too dark, too easy for Shadows to hide.” Oh…wait….Dove mentally facepalmed herself. Shadows. Duh. Whatever, play the protective ohmygodyoutwoareabsoluteidiots bit. Dove eyed the sapphire around the girl figure’s neck. She still could not see the exact colouring of the two sibling’s hair, but should that not be a ruby? Not unless they are Shadows. Yep, definitely Shadows. Dove was certain now, chastising herself for being so ignorant to the obvious. She would bet her beloved spork that if it ever got light enough to see the colour of these two’s hair, it would be black. Black as night, as death.
“My sister has a point, it is a nice night, very nice, actually. We figured we could... run some errands.”Dove scoffed. “Alright, you two must be new here then. No one in their right mind goes running errands when it’s this dark. Honestly, don’t you two know anything?” Her gaze flicked around the dark alley. If there was two Shadows here, there was a high chance there would be more around somewhere, nearby.

~I'm not crazy. Don't worry about a thing.
I'm just, ah...different. But I won't hurt you. At least, not yet.~

(New layouts are new ^-^ Now, let's see how long I can remember them :/
Still nothing for Alex to do...and posting with Asphyxia later tonight, if anyone wants to know :3
Must...resist...OOCing.....GAH! -scrambles off to Xatchat-)

[Soul Of Space]

((Lol xD))

Cameron stiffed and he backed up a step, looking down to his sister, "I think we should go." he hissed to her, his clear blue eyes narrowing the slightest bit at his younger sister. She stood her ground. Of course, ignorant child she was.. He shrugged, looking to the girl, "Oh, I do suppose we moved here... a month or two ago, did some crazy things, stayed out late... ya know, usual teenage stuff. I'm legal, and her babysitter, I do believe I can defend myself." the Shadow grinned, teeth glinting in the darkness.

Sam clapped her hand over her brother's mouth, whirling over to face him. "Idiot!" she hissed, voice barely audible. She turned back to Dove, "Sorry-- is that a spork?" she cut herself off, and finished, her gaze on the girl's spork. Her blue-gray eyes glinted, and a smile came to her lips. "That's just plain cool." she giggled, fighting her grin. She saw her brother watching the Catcher cautiously, taking another step back, as if he were going to run. If he runs, and leaves me here, I will find him, and kill him myself. she thought icily.

[geinkotsu]

He could see it, in his face, that caution and paranoia. He could feel his stare. That Shadow Catcher was not as much of a dimwit as Sylas thought. He had some defined senses, it seemed. But they would still need improvement. Sylas crouched lower, narrowing his eyes as he watched the scene. The Catcher’s words were foolish- very foolish indeed. Oh how that irritated him. The young Catcher was very full of himself, and that alone made Sylas wish to teach him a lesson. ‘Let us see how he handles an older Shadow that can easily ring his neck.’ He seethed in his head. He was ticked, but also he wanted to end this, for them to leave. He did not wish for them to linger in this forest more than they had to. As Shadows, those who were Kindred spirits, wished nothing more than to be at peace. Sylas was one of them.

With one swift movement, he propelled himself up, not caring to be silent. He swung himself over the branches, his shadow quickly moving through the trees and rustling them around the Shadow Catchers. Leaves, every now and then, fell from the branches as he stepped on them and leapt across branches. He drew his blade in eerie, quiet motion, leaping to the next tree and slashing the branches, creation a confusion as he constantly moved, using his swords to cut down branches that fell down bellow and cascaded them in hundreds of falling leaves that shined in the ever-brightening moonlight as the foliage was lessened- even if only a little.

He dropped from above, and, as if out of nowhere, came up in front of Midnight and held one of his swords at him at arm’s length, the very sharp, black tip of the blade very close to the soft flesh of his skin. The leaves slowly began to thin, falling and twirling around unperceived staircases and winds. A soft breeze took to the night, sweeping past the small clearing and forcing the leaves to scatter as branches littered the ground. Sylas’s dark black hair moved across his shoulders, the beaded feather in his hair flowing back and forth over his shoulder. He opened his eyes, golden iris staring at the Shadow Catcher very coldly. A look that said he could kill him without regret. Even if part of that was a lie.

Sylas tilted his head up an inch, staring directly at the Shadow Catcher for the first time, now standing before them in the open with intent to slice and dice them if they tried to attack him. Though, he would not be foolish enough to underestimate their fighting techniques. From what he saw, the two of them only had knives. He’d be weary of them throwing them, but he had the advantage of a longer blade that kept a good distance. Sylas glanced at the shorter female with black and purple streaked hair. She was an odder one. He would keep an eye on her, but he was more concerned with this one standing before him with his blade at his throat.

He was a skinny fellow, with black hair as well. Now that was odd. Two, black-haired, Catcher. Not often you saw many black-haired Shadow Catchers. His eyes trailed to the ruby around his neck, and the tattoo. Now it was confirmed these were Catchers. Sylas’s eyes narrowed down on Midnight. Nothing said ‘Welcome’ in the way Sylas stood before him. He was taller than the both of them, and he stood at his full height with not a sign of slouching with tense muscles that suggested quick reflex was bound to happen if they tried something.

“Leave.” Sylas briskly ordered, careful not to let too much venom slip into his voice. But it was easy to hear the irritation form in his tone of voice that slipped from his lips like liquid silver. Of course, if they knew he was Shadow or not, he did not know. Catchers could be so very ignorant. But, if they did not know, then he could very easily outwit them with some clever reasoning and lies.

[Spaghetti]

(I...just...realized...something. o-o" I completely forgot to post with Dia....whoops -facepalm; scurries off to post-
Sorry Dia ^-^')

~Diaspora~
Diaspora slid farther up the branch, grinning at the female Catcher’s comments and ignoring the other Catcher. She paused, sitting with her legs swinging over the side of the branch. She looked up, peering into the trees. Diaspora originally thought that she was the only Shadow in this part of the forest, but her nose told her otherwise. She titled her head slightly listening to the sound of something moving through the trees. Diaspora jumped down from the branch, landing lightly on her feet and turning to face the female Catcher. “I’m amazed that you two idiots did not notice me sooner. Who knows how long I’ve been following you?” Diaspora froze, sidestepping as something dropped out of the trees. No, someone. Another Shadow, with faded hair. Diaspora growled low under her breath. Standard hunter etiquette, stay away from another’s prey. Diaspora snarled at the other Shadow. “Get the hell out of here.” The tone of her voice made it clear that she was perfectly willing to fight for the two.

[geinkotsu]

Sylas quickly lifted his second sword at Diaspora, his eyes following with a not-so-nice look on his face. He was irritated, and she was not helping. Oh, no, she was making his mood worse. He had expected a nice, quiet, evening for once. But these three just had to ruin it. Yes, this shadow was part of these shenanigans as well. He would not pin the blame only on the Catchers- for she was taunting them and instigating. “You would do well to hold your tongue before I cut it out.” He seethed. Letting a all the venom that had been boiling in him pour out into his words. Sylas cut his eyes back to the Catchers. Now, if this went south, then he had three people going at him. That would be a tough nut right there.

“I advise all of you to leave.” he growled. His tone suggesting that hell would ensue if they didn't.