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- Legion - 03-02-2009 It wasn't unlike Legion to be exploratory of...well...everything. One might even think him catlike in his curiosity of the world. He was a creature of spontaneity, thriving on the essence of change, imbibing the unusual and thirsting to learn. But it wasn't only that that brought his pristine white paws to the borders of Dahlia De Mai this day. Oh no, not that. Something else entirely. It was more of a subconscious thing, because a scent had drifted to the black blot of a nose on his white frame, and it tapped a spot in his mind. It was as if there was a memory related to that scent, one that just sat there waiting to be unlocked. And it was frustrating more than anything trying to remember what it was. Something...familiar, known, in his past. But Legion was never known to be a patient soul. So, like any wolf of action, instead of pacing in circles trying to remember what it was his brain was forgetting, he forewent the lingering road in search of the scent's origin. And had followed it here. The frigid air seemed to still in acknowledgement of hallowed ground, for he was standing betwixt rows and rows of graves. In the distance, a patina'd and aging statue of the Virgin Mary seemed to be staring calmly at him. His brow furrowed with a snort of disgust, human relics always seeming to mock the demonic name of his birth. Well, some good it did them, since their God had decided in favor of their destruction. He lowered his nose to the ground once again to shove aside dirt and detritus in search of the scent, knowing it had recently traipsed here. Still is ever so subtly tickled his mind with forgotten memories, but ever it made his heart beat pick up its pace. - Kol Stormbringer - 03-04-2009 [html]
- Legion - 03-04-2009 BWEEEEEE! <3 It didn't take long for the scent to turn into something material, as a shadow ran towards him and revealed exactly what he had been trying to remember. That dark pelt, those deep, violet-tinged orbs so furiously burning into his soul. It screamed "Stormbringer", the Get of Fenris, the ones his kind had raged against in defense of their own beliefs, had worked to purge from this world for as long as memory served. Still, Legion remained calm as the beautiful portrait of rage threatened him, ivory teeth gleaming amongst that glorious pelt of crimson-tinged black. "Well well, what have we found here?" he grinned, seating himself in front of her and ignoring her question in mockery of her. After all, it was said that as soon as one resorted to shouting, the battle was already won. He didn't know this particular Stormbringer, but didn't blame her for bearing resentment...his birthpack wasn't exactly kind in their dealings with Fenris' children. However, Legion, despite his natural animosity towards the Stormbringer line, had always been one to think about and question the validity of what he was taught. Being an avid reader had helped with that. But among his more feral traits was the desire for glory and acceptance, and ridding the world of another Stormbringer would certainly give him points, even if he was on one of his familiar ventures away from home. "And since when have your people ever been able to order mine anywhere, hmmmn, Starlet?" He used the name in reference to the small patch of white adorning her chest. "Still jealous because Odin preferred our kin over yours? It isn't MY fault Fenris caused so much trouble." His lilting baritone and teasing manner were only going to light more fires, and he knew it. He wouldn't deny his love for chaos. And he hadn't exactly been truthful in his earlier remark to Soran. He was, indeed, a fairly good fighter, having been trained in the art since birth. However, Legion differed from his clanmates in that he preferred to rape the mind before the body, finding much more pleasure in ripping apart a soul from within than destroying the flesh without. There was no need for that mess, and he didn't exactly have a taste for it, either. Still, it was the blood-tinged femme's move now, he would wait to see what she would do before moving his next piece. - Kol Stormbringer - 03-11-2009 [html]
- Legion - 03-27-2009 *cling!!* Her blantant distaste of his presence amused him, excited his blood in ways nothing else could. That his very presence could cause such uproar was a power he didn't mind posessing. At her first burst or outrage, the words pouring like acid from her lips, he mocked hurt feelings, ears lowering and eyebrows tilting up in a pitiful look. "Awww, you've gone and bruised my pride." He mourned, walking around her in a slow circle. But in just a blink of an eye the facade vanished, replaced by his cocky smirk and confident, upright ears. He wondered what travelled through the dark fae's mind. Her hostility meant she was probably personally effected by one of the Dawnrunners' attacks. They weren't uncommon. Peace between their bloodlines was shaky at best, an ancestral feud that neither side seemed to be able to overcome. While in truth, Legion was still discovering his own personal religion at the moment, such ingrained brainwashing since birth was difficult to untangle. That, and his lust for chaos wasn't exactly a beneficial factor. "Quite frankly, Starlet, I'm new to this place, and don't know anything of this pack nor it's apparently notorious alpha. I merely came to find out what this memorable scent belonged to...and look what I found!" He sneered, tail wagging in obvious enjoyment. "However, now that I've found it, perhaps I shall take my leave. Now is not the time nor place to deal with with such trifles. I wish for no trouble with your pack, nor with my own." He turned on a heel and began sauntering back towards the border, in essence, making sure the bitch would not win this particular battle. And sitting just over the border indeed meant he had won. He also had thoughts of his new position within Crimson Dreams. Getting into trouble would put that newly won trust in jeopardy, and that was a risk he could not take. - Kol Stormbringer - 04-03-2009 [html]
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