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Whether or not it was his duty specifically, Aemon de le Poer occasionally found himself taking up the third shift of watch duty, prowling along the borders in the darkest hours of the night. Often, this was to clear his head in hopes of being able to get to sleep later. Some restless nights he lay awake in silent awareness, every sound keeping him from falling easily into slumber. But when he walked, his head was clear, and all of those sounds were just things to pay attention to. They could be anything; most often, they were nothing, but Aemon always needed to be sure.


Tonight was one of those nights. Aemon had lay awake for hours, tossing and turning on the small, lumpy mattress he had pieced together. He considered searching out Ithiel to bother him, but as he rolled over to sit up with a sigh, he decided against it. His brother was probably sleeping better than he was. Instead, Aemon threw on his dark blue tunic and adjusted the stretchy waistband of his black wool pants. In the middle of the night in January, it was not particularly warm. Four feet didn't interest him, so Aemon grabbed for his spear, pocketed a folding knife, and headed out the small entrance to his modest cave. It wouldn't take long to reach the borders, and he didn't mind the walk; after all, he had hours.


The trip was familiar now, and it wasn't long before he spied the D'Neville Mansion through the line of dark trees, the moonlight drifting languidly between it's shattered windows. He recognized something else, too, though: a noise. Thankful for his coyote genes, Aemon's ears turned ahead, alert and curious. The silvery de le Poer followed the sound around the Mansion until he spied the fiery woman he recognized from the clan's last meeting. In her hand was a sword, and as he stepped forward, he could tell that it was a quality blade. Crimson orbs soaked in all of her movements as she practiced, and he almost didn't want to interrupt. Admiringly, black lips turned up in a brief smile and he raised a hand to her, clearing his throat so as not to surprise the certainly deadly Triarii. "Triarii," he called, nodding his head to her, "good morning. Or is it evening for you, too?" he asked with a grin and a tilt of his head, before glancing up at the stars still twinkling above. Unsure of how she would react to such small talk, he turned his attention to her weapon. "Nice blade you've got there." Intrigued, he peered at it, wondering where she'd gotten it, what it was made of. If he could find a better weapon for himself, he would gladly upgrade. He loved his spear, but he could already tell that he would need to replace it's handle in due time; durability and strength was more appealing than any warm fuzzy feeling he might get from making it himself.


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Although she was focused on her lonely practise sessions, her senses were not blind or deaf to another clan member’s approach. Her sharp, polished moves ceased with their deadly elegance as she turned fully to the intruding presence and let scarlet eyes rise up to a face that smiled at her. Perhaps a pleasant change to lay witness to, if she just had cared. But the silvery male knew her rank and offered enough casual friendliness that she decided against putting him in his place for his free behaviour.

”Morning,” She answered, offering it as a short greeting as well as answer to the question. So this man without a name let his day be the night. It was satisfactory, as threats could rise to lash against the clan in the cloaked cover of night more likely than beneath a glowering sun. The Lykoi, however, was a creature that rose moments before the sun, and therefore she also retired rather early compared to most of those who lived here. Her awake schedule had been pushed a little due to her responsibilities as a mother, but she held on to old habits as well as she could, and the children were growing quickly and would soon no longer require her constant supervision.

”It is,” the then spoke, acknowledging his comment about her flawless katana. Frequent use had taken its toll on the blade, unfortunately, but she did what she could to keep it well maintained and oiled. Resources for the well-keeping of a katana were slightly hard to come by, but there was no touch of rust or missing chips from the lovely metal. ”I acquired it from Halifax many years ago, along with another blade identical to this,” she added, sharing this useless information to make an effort in seeming more friendly than she was. She was disliked in this clan, and it was unfortunate.

Although she held no inch of trust for a mere stranger, even if his coat was claimed by the scent of the clan, the woman offered the blade up to him, if he desired a closer look.



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The moment his pale fingers closed around the hilt of the blade, Aemon's arm responded. It was reflex, muscle memory, and he knew how to hold it immediately. He loved the weight of a strong metal blade, something that his beloved spear sadly lacked. "What a lucky find," the Vigiles mused, hefting the bulk of it in his hand, feeling it's balance. He brought the blade up to eye level, scarlet pupils reflecting in the shining metal. While not unmarred, it was a thing of beauty, and she wielded it well. "Beautiful," he purred, thinking the same of her. He held the blade back out to her, catching her gaze with a smirk.


As he straightened, Aemon nestled the hilt of his spear deep in the ground, considering the weapon now with a frown. He didn't like to admit that while his weapon was effective, it's abilities were still limited. "I wonder if I shouldn't start carrying some steel myself," he wondered aloud, scratching at his chin for a moment in thought. "Where is Halifax? Maybe I need to make a trip..." Aemon was still unfamiliar with the area, and as of yet had not gone outside of Inferni's own lands. He felt safer here, and with so many wolf packs around, he couldn't chance venturing out alone too often.


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Of course her weapon was beautiful and exquisite. She was the uncrowned queen of war and rage, and wielded only the finest weaponry there was. Indeed a rare lucky find, though the prize had been high and terrible. She retrieved her precious blade, and let two fingers slide along the shimmering blade. She was almost surprised she had allowed him to touch it so readily, for it was definitely her most treasured object apart for the two children upstairs in the grand mansion. A year had passed since the other katana had been stolen from her, and she did no longer fear that her bastard firstborn would come and attempt to steal the one remaining as well, but the loss of one sword made her realize how treasure the remaining was.

She shrugged as he wondered aloud. Spears could be devastating too if one only knew how to wield them. Halo had trained with both Anselm and Gabriel, and knew how to handle herself with a longer, slimmer weapon, but the blade would always be her favourite. ”Halifax is to the southeast,” she spoke, making an attempt to be helpful. But it was quite possible that this poor Aemon would come back emptihanded. ”It’s not much left of valuables anymore though,” she shared, adding a smile grimace to her dark lips, looking up at him with her scarlet hues. ”but if you look close enough, maybe you’ll find something.” The hybrid shrugged her slender shoulders, brushing away loose strands of auburn hair from her attractive face.



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