01-17-2010, 10:23 PM
Sosu 402
Vitium had been sitting in one of the parks of Wolfville his hands busy working at sharpening and honing a deadly edge on a set of daggers. He already had a few blades of different lengths lying beside him. The male was wearing a loose fitting shirt and pants that had been tattered and torn about the knees. There was a sheath for the weapon he was shaping that shown through the ratty edges of his faded jeans. Others were hidden along his body, visible only when his clothes were pulled taunt against the sheaths and blades. He had learned long ago how to shift his weight and move his body to where it was near impossible to detect the weapons located across his frame. A grim smile lit upon his lips as he paused to test the keen edge of his blade against the fraying edge of his jeans before setting the steel back to the wet stone.
Dark orbs glittered dangerously as he listened to the soft whispering man in his ear once more. He knew that soon enough the time would come when death would call upon the borders of the clan and he would be there to witness the bloodbath. A chortle escaped his lips at the thought. He so wanted to see the fear and terror in their eyes as death came to greet them and bring them to the river of woe. He only wished he could follow after for them to witness the sins and folly of the creatures of Inferni. He hummed softly as the voice spoke on. He loved the soothing sound of the voice, knowing that nothing wrong could happen as long as the whisper man was there.
The whisper man had been with him since before his banishment. He had probably always been with him if Vitium thought about it, but he didn’t want to think so hard on the past, it was hard and cruel to think on what he could not change. Instead of bother with what had already come to pass he would work on shaping the future. The whisper man spoke always of the future, of the glory and the massacre that would be his rise to fame. He liked when the whisper man spoke of these events, it always left him sleeked up and filled with the glory that was to come. Soon he whispered, soon.
Vitium had been sitting in one of the parks of Wolfville his hands busy working at sharpening and honing a deadly edge on a set of daggers. He already had a few blades of different lengths lying beside him. The male was wearing a loose fitting shirt and pants that had been tattered and torn about the knees. There was a sheath for the weapon he was shaping that shown through the ratty edges of his faded jeans. Others were hidden along his body, visible only when his clothes were pulled taunt against the sheaths and blades. He had learned long ago how to shift his weight and move his body to where it was near impossible to detect the weapons located across his frame. A grim smile lit upon his lips as he paused to test the keen edge of his blade against the fraying edge of his jeans before setting the steel back to the wet stone.
Dark orbs glittered dangerously as he listened to the soft whispering man in his ear once more. He knew that soon enough the time would come when death would call upon the borders of the clan and he would be there to witness the bloodbath. A chortle escaped his lips at the thought. He so wanted to see the fear and terror in their eyes as death came to greet them and bring them to the river of woe. He only wished he could follow after for them to witness the sins and folly of the creatures of Inferni. He hummed softly as the voice spoke on. He loved the soothing sound of the voice, knowing that nothing wrong could happen as long as the whisper man was there.
The whisper man had been with him since before his banishment. He had probably always been with him if Vitium thought about it, but he didn’t want to think so hard on the past, it was hard and cruel to think on what he could not change. Instead of bother with what had already come to pass he would work on shaping the future. The whisper man spoke always of the future, of the glory and the massacre that would be his rise to fame. He liked when the whisper man spoke of these events, it always left him sleeked up and filled with the glory that was to come. Soon he whispered, soon.