MagiStream

Hello to everyone reading! This topic is for me and Neko13 ONLY. Feel free to read, but please refrain from posting! =)

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((I always think forms shouldn't be too restricting. ))


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Sorras stood up, his one of his hands soaked with blood, his other clean and sheet white in the gloom. With a grim expression, he carefully removed a single drop of blood from his silver hair. He then looked down at his kill and frowned. He hadn't meant to be so messy... ah well. At least his creators would be pleased.
He pocketed his dagger and leapt from the window, not injured in the least from the long drop. Pulling himself up, he rinsed his hand in the stream then looked down at his arm, lazily examining the smoky demon marks beneath his skin. His blood-red eyes were still alight with excitement from the hunt, but his emotions were quickly sinking back into their normal angry positions.
Snarling, he kicked a boulder for no reason at all, accidentally sending it sailing across the river and leaving a gouge in the ground. This did nothing to improve his mood... not that he had a better mood as a demon anyway.
His stomach rumbled, distracting him from his seething. Shoving his hands in his pockets and pulling his silvery hair tight around his face, he made his way over in the dusk to the market to get something to eat, to satisfy him until the morning.

Saige gazed down at her feet, trying to avoid attention as she shifted through the crowd. She kept getting the feeling that someone was going to stop her, reveal her for who she was or some other event she didn't want to happen. She turned down a street with resturants and markets aligned down the block. The smells distracted her, drawing her attention to the nearest resturant. Saige stared hungrily, not at the food, but a the neck of a woman with a very tempting scent. She pressed the tip of her tongue to her fang, her thoughts growing harder to control. Damn it, Saige mentally scolded herself, turning away from the scene. Attacking someone in public was not the best way for her to avoid attention, no matter how hungry she could become.

((sorry for late reply, new semester started and school ate me for awhile. ))

Sorras strolled around the market, his hands deep in his pockets, his silver hair straight around his face. He could do nothing about his blood-red eyes, but people usually didn't notice as long as he looked down and remained inconspicuous.
He strolled past a market when he caught a strange whiff. He raised his head, momentarily forgetting about attracting attention. After a third sniff, he recognized the smell. "Vampire," he muttered angrily, then remembered he was in a busy street chock full of humans. He quickly turned away and looked down again, walking in the opposite direction as fast as he could without attracting even more attention. Vampires never got along with demons - they just didn't mix. Time to go.

Saige's nose gave a twitch, trying to identify a sudden scent. It wasn't exactly human, she knew that much. She dodged through the crowd towards it, wanting to learn who it was. She squeezed past humans, occasionally knocking elbows with one or two. One of them, a man didn't like being bumped into and grabbed Saige's wrist. "Hello ducky," he smirked, "What's the rush?" Saige flinched, struggling to not attack the man. "Let go," she warned, a small crowd forming to watch the scene unfold. She could feel her hunger rise, begging her to sink her teeth into someone's neck.

Sorras stopped as he realized the attention was no longer on him. He saw a small crowd forming around the vampire girl, where a man had stupidly caught her wrist. Bad choice, mister, he thought grimly.
He was about to use the distraction as the perfect chance to escape when he saw the girl's fang glint, and he could feel an intense aura of hunger coming from her. He didn't care what happened to the girl or the man, but he still had three targets in the area before he could move on. A vampire attack would put the humans on edge, and definitely make his job harder.
He groaned, though the sound came out much more like a growl. Pushing his way back through the crowd, he elbowed his way to the man and detached his hand from the girl's wrist. "Is there a problem here?" he asked the man, hoping that the man would assume he was just wearing red contacts, instead of having truly red eyes. People did that now and again, which made his disguise more believable. He looked like a human in all aspects except for his silvery hair and red eyes. His demon marks were easily hidden by his hair and clothes.

"No problem, just having a little chat," he sneered at the two. Saige glared at the man, nerves beginning to break. "Don't touch me," she hissed, smacking him across the face. She knew Sorras was the source of the scent from before, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her. The crowded seemed to dispearse from her path, not wanting to get in the way. She felt a little bad for dragging the boy with her, but she wanted to know if he really was what she thought he was. "Sorry," she muttered, releasing his hand as she finally breaking the silence with the only words she could think of.

Sorras felt his hand jerked, and suddenly he was being pulled by the vampire girl. He snarled quietly, but it was such a low register that he doubted any of the humans even heard. He wanted to break free and wreak havoc, but he kept his anger in check, ruling with his rational side. As much as he instinctively detested vampires, it would look suspicious if he pulled away after defending her. so he let himself be pulled until they were away from the crowds and alone.
The moment she let go, he wrenched his hand well away from her. "I didn't do that for you," he spat. "I did it because you were going to cause a commotion, killing that man and alerting everyone that supernatural beings are here. I have business in town here and I won't have it ruined by vampire filth." With that, he turned and started to stalk away.

"Don't call me filth," Saige growled, her fangs revealing themselves more clearly now. "I don't know about your business here and I know you didn't do that to help me, but I do know that I don't want the humans knowing the truth about us as much as you do," she argued, her curls blowing back in the wind. "Besides, you act as if I wanted that man to approach me just so I could attack him," she added, narrowing her eyes slightly before giving a sharp turn of her head. She hated when people judged her, especially when they didn't know who she really was.

Sorras laughed, his voice cold and mirthless. "Oh no, did I hurt the vampire's feelings? If I think your race is filth then I will say so. If you were hungry, then why did you blunder around in a human market? Stupid," he said, shaking his head.
He saw the vampire's fangs glint, and smiled. "If you dislike my views, go ahead and attack. I wouldn't mind the extra blood," he said, his eyes glowing with anticipation. As he tensed however, he felt a small pang inside of him, from his repressed human side. Sorras growled, hating the fact that his kinder human side was disrupting him, just when there was about to be blood, glorious violence. However, his human side had a little influence, and he straightened out of his hunting crouch with a low growl.

Saige's eyes turned dark, something that was hard to manage since they were bright blue. She didn't drag him away for a fight, although it was beginning to sound tempting. She wanted answers though, explainations not violence. Besides, her hungry was beginning to take its toll and she wouldn't be much of an opponent at the moment. She took a deep breath, holding a hand over her heart to control herself. "Fine. You obviously can't help me," Saige commented, more to herself then the demon. She turned away from him, but didn't get a chance to walk very far. She held herself up against a wall, her vision fading in and out.