Catch me if you can

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 09-10-2012, 05:19 AM

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You know I would never do anything without permission, right? *Worried the thread request post came across the wrong way*

Zadkiel was doing as he had been doing for the greater extent of his life, wandering around without any real purpose. After all Misery had carted her brood around with her for awhile, between bouts of abandonment of course. Zadkiel had continued on with that traveling bug, rarely staying in one place for too long. But throughout all of his travels he continued to returned to the 'Souls area, much as his own mother had. But unlike her he had no one that he was actively looking for. Sure, he wouldn't mind finding Nox again but the girl had grown up to do her own thing. He had been closer to her than the rest of his family but they had been apart for so long he found that he wasn't missing her as greatly as he had when they had first been separated.

The male came to a river that winded its way out into the bay and knelt next to it, upon its eastern bank. His hands were dipped into the moving water in order to clean away the blood that was on them. He had licked and sucked away as most as he could but there were still the stubborn traces that clung to his fur that he had to get rid of. the D'Angelo boy used the sand from the beach to scrub his hands with to try to make certain that all of the blood was removed. He was meticulous in checking over his hands to make certain that he hadn't missed a single spot. And even though they looked clean he washed them one more time just to make extra certain that there really was nothing there.

As always his knives were close at hand, tethered to the outside of each thigh. He kept them in easy reach should he ever need them. And well he had become quite the quick draw that he doubted anyone could get the jump on him should he be able to get a hand to even a single handle. But right now he wasn't interested in that. His focus was on preening and making certain that any traces of dirt and debris were removed from his fur so that his appearance was pristine once more.

Salvia Eternity · 09-11-2012, 10:18 PM

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(373) Naaah no worries. :3

“…I’m certain of it.”

Salvia’s face remained carefully placid, as if the words had not rippled the black water that settled there. Her eyes, two cuts of clear green-glass, remained focused ahead. She had been gone only four days, taking her time with the return trip. On this last day, she had been met by her aunt.

Wisteria was nearly as large as her father had been, and towered over Salvia much in the way her own brother managed to. She was not quite so heavy, though her weight had increased with Salsola’s ample stores. In return, she was eyes and ears and quite more loyal to her own blood than the dark woman who had been the death of her brother. A golden sun jangled noisily around the older woman’s neck, and Salvia was glad she had the sense to keep her own jewelry tightened for the shifts to and from forms.

“You saw them?”

Her voice sounded strange to her. It should have been angry, but the fire was gone and in its place winter had come.

“I saw him enter. I smelt it; he’s a D’Angelo of the Khalif.”

Salvia fixed her aunt with a sideways glance, trying to read her. Did she mean that Salvia should be the one sleeping with the man instead of their mother? A flash of heat rippled through her and burnt low in her belly. If she suspected it was jealousy, she chose to ignore it.

“You don’t like that?”

“I do not like her.”

A bullish snort escaped Salvia, but her feet stopped moving sharply. Ahead of them, closer to the river, was a goldish-blonde man whose wet-fur scent carried with it something strange and oddly familiar…

Wisteria stepped forward boldly, nude save for the golden sigil on her chest, hair loose and ethereally white. Salvia vaguely wondered if her aunt resembled the Sun Lady and then thought of Odessa, and Odessa’s dark coat. There was a part of her that even now looked to a peculiar scientific sort of theory, untested, unknown, and wondered. Then her mind pulled forward, suddenly and sharply, and her aunt’s voice.

“You’re one of her’s,” the orange-eyed priestess proclaimed, as if beholding a child of holy blood.

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 09-27-2012, 01:42 PM

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Zadkiel heard then before he had seen them. But then again it would be hard to see anything with his head bowed towards the water. It was only his disturbed reflections that was visible to him but his hearing was sharp. A pointed ear was tuned in and alert to the sounds of movement even if he didn't turn his face up to look upon it. He was fine with mostly pretending that he was still alone. He continued with his bath for the most part though his hand that wasn't readily visible did slip down his thigh to release the knife from its hold. He was ready to face whatever threat that the duo might pose. Certainly he depended on his looks to keep him out of trouble for the most part but he certainly wasn't unwilling to spill blood should he have to. Actually he took great joy in the act itself and was honestly hoping for a fight.

Sadly that was not to come as he was being presented with family. While it wasn't a strict rule to never harm family he was more likely to hesitate to spill D'Angelo blood than someone else's. It become even more apparent that this was family with the way that he was addressed. There was no need to question who was being spoken of as his mother had become something of a legend. Misery's return had been revered because of the changing of her coat color. So yes,a grin pulled at his lips as he stood up and finally faced those whom had approached him. "I am. One of her last." He owned it. Hell, he had no problem boasting it. He was the child of a Goddess and he owned that. He honestly believed that his mother's fame could get him out of whatever situations that he couldn't handle himself.

"That one yours Wisti?" As if it wasn't obvious enough about whom he was speaking of Zadkiel used the dagger that he had pulled out to motion towards Salvia as he had questioned the slightly older woman. He wasn't close to the woman though he did remember her from the time that he had spent in Khalif. He knew the white woman to be a relative and had heard something about her having a daughter but he hadn’t delved into family matters too much. If he remembered right there was some sort of controversy about why the pale woman had left. And in the end Zad's own father had been slain in order to save this woman's brother. But Zadkiel couldn't say that he was especially bothered by this. Certainly he had been left in Anzu's care when Misery would leave him but he couldn't say he had been especially close to his father. The man had never came across as being too bright and so what Zad missed about him the most was the ease in which he could manipulate things concerning his father. When a fuss was raised he would look to his father to handle it. All the way up until his demise Zadkiel had his father believing that he was an innocent little angel that could do no wrong. And Zadkiel certainly didn't have any problems with that image at all.

"I never caught who the father was Wisti. Was it a Brandt?" He was staring at Salvia as he spoke even if the words were meant for Wisteria. The girl wasn't as dark as he liked, not the he particularly announced his penchant for sin. Just place a black woman in front of him and he would be all over that. Or a man even, he didn't discriminate. Gender didn't matter and there had been a few cases where age hadn't been a concern either. There had been a few morsels that he had taken before their first shift. But such things were kept secret. Zadkiel didn't go about spreading his misdeeds around.

He eased his dagger back down beneath the leather strap which held it to his leg. Zadkiel moved over to Salvia and circled her, looking her over as one would a piece of meat and did nothing to hide his intentions. He was clearly checking her out for potential. It wasn't unheard of for family to sleep with family and so Zadkiel felt no sort of shame about what he was to offer. "I could get you back in good Wisti. Say the word and I will do you a favor. I will give your girl what is needed to be welcomed back with open arms." Yes, he thought that highly of his own particular branch of the tree that his seed would end up purifying those that hadn't left Khalif in good standing. And as he was speaking he had turned to face Wisteria to deliver his proposal.

Salvia Eternity · 10-06-2012, 11:41 AM

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Whatever connection this mythical son had, Salvia did not grasp. She regarded him frankly and without a measure of politeness, gaze frosty. He was older than her, a pale color that reminded her of Itachi but weaker, lighter. He was skinny and almost feminine. Yet as she observed him, he did the same in turn and the very arrogance of him to address the older woman before her offended Salvia on a level she had not expected. Her shoulders squared sharply and her body’s conformation shifted some, weight dropping as if in a fight. It was a subtle movement and lost on the older woman, who blanched under her fur. She looked to Salvia, eyes wide, but could do nothing to silence the man.

Salvia remained still as he circled her but her eyes were burning nuclear winter as they glared at him. Her upper lip pulled away and revealed canines that had killed men for less. When her voice came, it was the rolling thunder of her father—low and dangerous, commanding. She was a Queen now and no one, especially some girly-man loner, would regard her in such a fashion. “I am no brood mare, wretch,” she spat. Temper flaring, she wondered just how easily it would be to cut his throat. Too easy.

Wisteria hurried to try and amend the situation, fearing Salvia more than she did the mystical blood that flowed through the boy. If he was Misery, it would have been different. If he was white, it would have been different. “This is Larkspur’s daughter, and my leader,” she explained. “I have a child from a Brandt man, yes. She has chosen her own life here, and has a daughter herself now.” This was said with a great amount of pride; Wisteria was pleased that her offspring had survived and gone on to produce a little fluffy white thing that secured her own immortality. Then, with a great sense of self-righteousness, she went on. “The Khalif is no longer my home, Zadkiel. I follow Salvia now.” She was careful not to speak of Salsola, but needed to put forth the rank of the girl to make her importance known.

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 10-11-2012, 02:53 PM

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The way that he had been fawned over in Khaliff because of who his mother was had him thinking highly of himself, not that he didn't already have such ideas before. The treatment in Khalif had certainly inflated them though. So of course he thought he could get away with what he was saying and that the two women should feel honored that he was even speaking to them. Especially Wisteria since it probably wouldn't be looked kindly upon should it be found out in Khalif somehow. But then again Zadkiel had a penchant for breaking the rules. He had stuck close enough to the beliefs to keep him safe but that was about it.

The golden male turned his head to look at Salvia spoke. As stupid as a thing it was to do he ended up laughing. "Don't speak as if I would enjoy it. I only offered so that Wisteria would be able to return home. As it stands now she would likely be killed if they caught her anywhere close by. I have to keep my family safe after all." He spoke words that made it seem as if he truly cared. Words were another thing that he could twist to get himself out of the unfavorable light that he often got himself into. He often used words to twist around what he had done or said to make himself look good and shame others for ever thinking that his intentions weren't pure. Of course it worked against those with a weak mind the best.

He glanced back over to Wisteria when she spoke but ended up staring at Salvia again as her father was announced. "The man that my father was killed to save." He spoke the words simply before turning to look at Wisteria again. "You know the Brandt weren't too happy with you running off like you did. Was she even wanted Wisti?" Not that Zadkiel would have earned the parent of the year award either. He had various litters scattered around. There were few he raised but only one he had seen the first shift of. But that was because the child had been a recent one and he had been passing through the area at the time. Zadkiel suffered from the same wandering spirit that his mother had as well as her attraction to the area within and around Souls.

"Ankh isn't going to be happy to hear that Wisteria and she is the most lenient of them all." Or that was how Zadkiel had always thought of the white goddess, the Lady of Peace. Even if he hadn't been born there and wasn't likely to return there anytime soon Zadkiel couldn't deny that Khalif was home for him. While he liked to tempt fate as much as possible he also made certain not to stray too far on the bad side of the deities. He ended up appealing to them when he had need to, wanting to ensure that they wouldn't end up striking him down.

Once more Zadkiel was staring at Salvia and studying her, though this time he was looking for more than he had been looking for previously. He was no longer looking at her as if he was about to mount her. "So this rise to power, was it a simple promotion or was there a fight for it? Did you spill any blood to come into power or was it all nice and clean and innocent?" He was curious about why Wisteria chose Salvia as a leader. What was it about this girl that made her worth following and dedicating one's self to? Why would Wisteria turn her back on her home just to bow down to this younger girl?

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