Post by Muddy on Jul 28, 2012 0:06:56 GMT -5
<Muddmuff> The cloak shrouded tow stood upon his perch above the streets of the Northern quarter, blade in hand, hood covering his scarred face as the winds gusted. Moonlight trickled from overhead, the rumbling of the streets was beginning to die down, the festival still lighting up most of the Eastern Quarter with a glimmering light. Mikhail had enjoyed his required time at the festival and was now immersed in his work. According to his most trusted shades a Murderer had been loose on the streets, not assassin, or thug. A cold blooded killer who has slaughtered a merchant and his wife within their home. His yellow eyes tracked each and everyone of the passerby's, looking for any sign of suspicious activity. He gripped his massive blade tight beside him as another gust of wind buffeted him. His stubby tail twitched with annoyance, for not only was he waiting for any sign of criminal activity, he was waiting for one of the younger shades... what was his name.. Mikhail spat, he couldn't even think of it, for that was how insignificant the new shades were to him. If he didn't show up soon, Mikhail would be forced to move on without him and grab one of his more reliable shades to patrol.
<ZanyZakku> Brenson hurried along the winding dirt roads of the path to the meeting place that he had been planned to meet. He'd never met him, but he had heard stories about him. Tonight they were going to track down a murderer. It almost excited Brenson that he was going on a real mission. However, from what he heard of him so far he seemed like a firm and stoic kind of cat. But Bren was always a totally different person when on shade duties. Recently he had been investigating some thefts around the kingdom, but the crime rate, at least in theft, had gone down recently. He saw lights dance in the sky coming from the festival not far away, and he thought he spotted the kingdom. He hoped he wasn't late, but he knew he'd make it up. After all, as the youngest Shade ever to be admitted into the Imperial Military, he must be pretty skilled. He was driven by vengeance for the double-murder, thought to be done with a hook. There was blood all over when Bren had arrived, and it smelled horrible. Finally he came upon a large cat, a dark like himself. He knew it must have been Mikhail, was it? "Hello, sorry if I'm late. As far as I know the murder was believed to be done with a metal hook. Have you seen anything like that?" Brenson got straight to the point. "I'm Brenson, by the way."
<Muddmuff> As the smaller tom skidded to their Meeting place, Mikhail rolled his eyes and snorted. Lateness was often a sign of laziness, which translated into weakness. he hopped down from his perch and cast a sideways glace, using tracing the bloodstains with his blade as he waked past them. It made him sick to his stomach that innocent lives were shed here by one so cruel enough to butcher a family. He gripped his blade even tighter as Brenson spoke. "You are late... and the later you are the more likely it is that the murderer will escape. If i find you late again, there will be... consequences. Understand" he growled in his usually gruff voice. He of course did not want to frighten away his shade, but burn it into his memory that this was the job and it that it would take ever ounce of concentration to keep up with it. He twitched his whiskers and flicked his scarred ear underneath his hood, yellow eyes glinting as he examined the scene for what seemed like the hundredth time " I have seen many things, throats slit, abdomens gutted, limbs torn from torso. Yes i have seen this. " he muttered as he hoisted his massive blade over his shoulder and looked down onto Brenson "I know who you are. It is my Job to know my own shades"
<ZanyZakku> Brenson hurried along the winding dirt roads of the path to the meeting place that he had been planned to meet. He'd never met him, but he had heard stories about him. Tonight they were going to track down a murderer. It almost excited Brenson that he was going on a real mission. However, from what he heard of him so far he seemed like a firm and stoic kind of cat. But Bren was always a totally different person when on shade duties. Recently he had been investigating some thefts around the kingdom, but the crime rate, at least in theft, had gone down recently. He saw lights dance in the sky coming from the festival not far away, and he thought he spotted the kingdom. He hoped he wasn't late, but he knew he'd make it up. After all, as the youngest Shade ever to be admitted into the Imperial Military, he must be pretty skilled. He was driven by vengeance for the double-murder, thought to be done with a hook. There was blood all over when Bren had arrived, and it smelled horrible. Finally he came upon a large cat, a dark like himself. He knew it must have been Mikhail, was it? "Hello, sorry if I'm late. As far as I know the murder was believed to be done with a metal hook. Have you seen anything like that?" Brenson got straight to the point. "I'm Brenson, by the way."
<Muddmuff> As the smaller tom skidded to their Meeting place, Mikhail rolled his eyes and snorted. Lateness was often a sign of laziness, which translated into weakness. he hopped down from his perch and cast a sideways glace, using tracing the bloodstains with his blade as he waked past them. It made him sick to his stomach that innocent lives were shed here by one so cruel enough to butcher a family. He gripped his blade even tighter as Brenson spoke. "You are late... and the later you are the more likely it is that the murderer will escape. If i find you late again, there will be... consequences. Understand" he growled in his usually gruff voice. He of course did not want to frighten away his shade, but burn it into his memory that this was the job and it that it would take ever ounce of concentration to keep up with it. He twitched his whiskers and flicked his scarred ear underneath his hood, yellow eyes glinting as he examined the scene for what seemed like the hundredth time " I have seen many things, throats slit, abdomens gutted, limbs torn from torso. Yes i have seen this. " he muttered as he hoisted his massive blade over his shoulder and looked down onto Brenson "I know who you are. It is my Job to know my own shades"