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Post by Coby on Jan 24, 2010 4:49:22 GMT -5
[/i], she thought, The first thing I will do is I will double the guards so there are eyes everywhere, all the time. They will be our first line of defense... Shasta rubbed her eyes again, resting her elbows on the desk and her head in the palms of her hands. "Damn it!"[/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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Post by eclipselunar on Feb 22, 2010 23:26:56 GMT -5
That old town was deserted at the midnight hours. Only the training of students could be heard in the background. Fighting, playing, doing whatever they had to do to make one better. Oh what they would wish to have Leo's talents. After so many years of practice, the boy had found his way of walking without being heard. Letting out one shallow breath after another, keeping himself cool from the heated night, the boy staled on through the streets. Not one was to know what would happen that night. Would he meet someone new? Would there be something to do for once? He doubted it. Although Leonardo spent most of his time seeking out amusement, it wasn't often that he found any.
The man's toe silently pressed into the dirt below as he ventured beyond the city limits. His hands stay shoved into his pockets as the man wore his usual look of curiosity in his eyes, and a blackened look upon his pale lips. His hair stay damp with the man's sweat. Running from crazed drunk vampires was never fun, seeing how he wasn't in any shape to fight. It had been days ever since he had actually gotten a nice meal. Not liking to harm someone was something, but starving himself to do it, just another one of those unhealthy habits one it to pick up over time.
The boy's eyes lightly shut as he slowly went on through the field. This place, it brought back memories. Memories of happiness, and others, of pure dread. He could have been wrong, but the boy remembered a huge battle happening on that field. It may had been another, but he was sure. Leo was the only one who really didn't get to many things wrong. Snapping his hands to his head, the boy quickly crouched down. "Stop... The screaming!" He yelled to himself, yet his voice echoing through the fields. Leo's voice was the one that you would hear from miles on if he wanted you, or wouldn't hear at all if he pleased.
The echos of screaming came back to his head. It hadn't happened in such a long time, but Leo knew it would come. With memories, sometimes come pain. In this case, it was actual pain. This happened to to boy every once in a great while, and he still didn't know how to handle it. He still couldn't his friends, and their death. At that point, Leo's voice had lowered to a small quiver, not quite childish, very much still his deep British voice, but shaky. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I could have saved you all but I didn't... I'm sorry..."
Slowly, the voices cleared, and he shook his head. Covering his eyes for a moment, and shaking his head, Leo stood. He didn't cry, not a tear found his eyes, but inside, inside the boy was emotionless dieing. Clearing his through, Leo crossed his arms, and quickly made his way off of the field, and sat on the side of a grass hill, and leaned back.
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Post by Coby on Feb 24, 2010 1:44:10 GMT -5
Shasta's head snapped up. She knew she hadn't not heard that. The woman stood slowly, her legs tense and smooth as she lifted from the high set chair at the desk. Her rear was sore and her back was tight from looking over all those papers. She needed to get a good walks in. But... who was that? Who could possibly be screaming like that? Shasta gingerly plucked her bastard-sword from its place against the foyer wall, taking the scabbard and slinging it across her back so the hilt was accessible for a cross-ways grab in case of a sneak attack. Sometimes she would rely on her bobcat form, but she was teaching the new students to rely on their normal hand-to-hand combat rather than their powers, in case they are in the Capitol and don't want to be exposed as a gifted. They never do want to be exposed, obviously and, being the leader of Haven, she had to make an example.
The woman padded slowly through the dimly lit doorways and pushed open the heavy oaken door. It emitted a slight squeak on its hinges, and she froze, poking her head around the corner. She stepped out onto the threshold in the darkness and followed a rough trail to the side of the old house. She navigated through a pitch black forest and made her way to an open field. She knew this place well, like the back of her hand, and needn't even think about watching where she was going. Every dip and ever rock, root and branch was known to her and she avoided them expertly. She broke the forest line and glanced around the moon bathed hillside. She swept her gaze over it twice, before it rested on what she was obviously looking for.
A man sat on the grass. He seemed to be in some sort of...pain. Shasta cocked her head the slightest of bits to the left, her hand hovering across her chest and resting on the hilt of her gleaming weapon. She made quick work of the kilometer of hillside between the two of them and stopped within hearing distance. "Ho there," she called jovially, and loudly, a hint of skepticism in her night darkened features "Who is this, laying in the fields in the dead of the night?" She kept her hand on her sword. Under other circumstances the first thing she would ask is if he was okay. But as of now he was a threat, and she would treat him as thus. Her eyes narrowed slightly at him, calculating the chances he was a spy.
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Post by eclipselunar on Feb 24, 2010 2:29:53 GMT -5
The night was silent. Even the crickets had stopped their tunes due to the boy's yelling. A small shifting of the grass, and a steady heart heard in the distance. Lifting his nose slightly in the air, Leonardo paused, and lowered his head back to it's hung position. Just a shape shifter. He wasn't aware of who this person was, or how powerful they were, but he indeed knew it was a shape shifter due to a steady, nearly still breeze lifting the girl's scent into the night's air.
"Ho there," A woman? Letting his striking gaze rest upon the figure in the distance, Leo's breath paused, lying an awkward silence to the air. Why was she here? Well, he did make quite the scene, but now, the boy was but a luminescent in the distance, awaiting his time to shine. "Who is this, laying in the fields in the dead of the night?" A looker of the valley? Did she know of what may have happened here? Well, seeing how she was one of the towns people, most likely anyway, she would know. Leo was up in an instant, his trust had run low in the new days.
"I have come to visit my brothers in arms death place." the boy's British voice sounded in the pitched valley, his figure only but outlined by the night's mother. "I was a healer of the war that happened here in the past years. Who might you be m'lady?" Leo had given all of the information she needed to know for now. He always seemed to keep his kindness in his voice, the loving glint in his eyes, and a polite choice of words. He had the old customs in this godforsaken time. Leonardo still could remember the times where even the most evil of people still had some dignity, something to be respected by.
Leonardo's muscles loosened from their tense state as he decided she wasn't bad. And if she were, he would most likely die away with being off guard. The boy desperate needed a drink, well, a shrink of the crimson sort. But he had cone many years with the practice of not having blood for long whiles. And he had practiced being able to stop before one was drained of to much blood, and then moving onto the next, never creating another vampire. Something that was indeed useful in the day, with all of the social groups. Leo, he was a loner. One who chose to travel alone until he found his 'happy place' so to speak.
OOC: not the best, so sorry. >.<
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Post by Coby on Feb 25, 2010 0:18:56 GMT -5
Shasta sheathed her sword. He was obviously not a threat. She looked down at the man and her face softened a bit. He was a veteran, obviously, and she always gave those people her greatest respects. The war of which this man was talking about had happened one thousand years before she was born. Shasta was a mere child to this man then. She didn't kneel down with him, mostly out of caution, but she let herself relax. Shasta looked to the moon and determined that it was really late at the moment, and she wasn't too pleased with having been awake all night. It wasn't the mans fault, and really, she was quite pleased to have some one to talk to other than her lonely papers.
Her interest peaked, "You were a healer?" Shasta crossed her arms and gazed down at him. She could imagine him being a healer. They had the worst job, though. She couldn't imagine having some ones life or death situation in her hands. Actually, she could because every day she makes decisions that could make or break her tribe, but she never had to deal with them on their dying days when it was solely up to her to save them. Sure it was up to her to keep her people safe but sometimes that meant war and she and her people were too well aware of that. She hated sending her people out to the battle field. That was why she made sure her people were very very very well trained. The survival rate was incredible when an army was well trained.
The woman smiled at the man in a friendly kind of gesture, thinking that she would ask him to join her for some food or drink...if he ate any kind of normal food at all. She had a store of animal blood in the food stores for Vampires the once in a very blue moon they ate it. Those creatures never ate. On the other hand, if SHE didn't eat she would be dead within the week. "I am Shasta, the current Haven leader. I welcome you to my home, and congratulate you on finding a way past our security..." She made a mental note to talk to the night supervisor about that. Ah well, no harm done this time, she thought as she held out her hand for the man to grasp, "Come. The sun has almost risen, let us make our way to town. Would you like to breakfast with me Mr. ....? "
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Post by eclipselunar on Feb 26, 2010 1:21:18 GMT -5
In the past war, Leo was indeed one of the great worriers who won the war. One of the final men standing amongst the dead, ye the was nearly fatally injured. At the time, he was young, around fifteen. Afraid of what would happen, or who he was for that fact. He had been trained mainly as a healer, but insisted on going to war. The boy still blamed himself for those men's death. He could have quickly given them any medication he had, turned them to give them eternal life, anything. But he saved himself, and a few others that he could reach before passing out. So many had died that day due to the conflicts of the past, but he left their deaths upon his chest, and felt the weight upon his chest.
"You were a healer?" Snapping his attention up to the girl, Alister offered a small smile, and nodded. "Yes, I was a healer. I saved as many as I could before I fell uncontentious." Once more, Leonardo had said far to much more than he had wanted to say. With his faint smile fading into nothing, the boy's eyes dazed down into the ground. He had lied here because it was the spot where his father had fallen. Every time he came, the boy came to lye upon his father's death spot.
Once he had came to contentiousness, the man had gazed over the the bloodied bodies, his young eyes glazed with the tears for his fallen comrades. So many had already been burred by the ones who were still alive, but they had not gotten far. Pushing himself up, Leo had quickly advanced to find his father, cold upon the ground. Whipping the dried blood splatter from his face, Leonardo had quickly stood, and honored his father with a small silence. It was his job to bury him beneath the earth, and leave instantly after just as his father had told him to do when he were to die. the last thing that he could do for his father was respect him, and leave the man's buried body.
"I am Shasta, the current Haven leader. I welcome you to my home, and congratulate you on finding a way past our security..." A small raise of the brow, and Leo had looked up to the girl. "Your security? Oh, I have come here so many times I have learned all of your flaws..." Taking a moment to pause, Leo's eyes shot wide open, realizing what he had said. His tine was sweet, and nice, but his words were not the best. Messing up on his words, again. "Wait! I didn't mean it like that! You have a great security, it's just that... Well, I am just not good with words, obviously."
Running his fingers through his thick locks of reddish brown hair, Leo shook his head and closed his eyes. With a small sigh, it was quite clear that he was frustrated with himself, and slightly embarrassed. The boy was so much older than one would think by most of his actions. People thought with age comes knowledge, but in all reality it just made things more complicated while learning the new languages, and speaking styles of the new world.
"Come. The sun has almost risen, let us make our way to town. Would you like to breakfast with me Mr. ....? " "Another thing I forgot..." Leo had sighed to himself as he quickly stood up, and took a perfected bow. Over they years, his movement had become perfectly smooth, and his bow perfected. With his head facing the grass below, one leg lightly set behind the other, and his arm tucked behind him as the man held his other arm firm against his chest, the boy spoke. "My name is Leonardo Doman Henister the third," Lightly standing back up, he offered a small smile that had been practiced so many times before, and went on with his charming voice. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mrs. Shasta."
Smoothly sliding his hands into his pockets, Leonardo stood at his full height. He stood over six foot, but with held his smooth, gentle features that helped him with his impressions.Loosening his muscles slightly from his thence state, the boy replied to the woman's question. "I wouldn't want to bother you, shouldn't you have been in bed by now? Never mind, just rambling once more. I would love to go with you if you would let me buy for you." he held enough money in his power to uphold himself for the rest of his, and two other's life times. Having gained his powerful father's money, he was set for many life times if he were to use it wisely.
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Post by Coby on Mar 4, 2010 22:49:55 GMT -5
Despite her caution the Haven leader's interested peaked immensly. This man seemed like a loyal one, and a skilled one if he managed to work himself to the ground. She would love some one like HIM to be the tribes healer. She couldn't trust many people these days. She had no healers at the moment. Although the passing of her tribes healer was devistating to her, she needed a replacement, seeing as the late healer had yet to receive an apprentice. She sent a silent prayer, to no one in particular, in the healers favor. She hoped he rested in peace, and that his soul had found its home, be it in the heavens, in another being or in the earth itself. She watched the man with heavy eyes; tired... yet alert. She wanted to ask him to join them and be their healer but she couldn't bring herself to at the moment. He needed food and drink and rest. He was her guest. Buisness could wait.
She brushed away a strand of hair with her dainty pale hand, and smiled warmly at the guest as he rambled on. She tried to listen but he lost her a few times. She wondered if he was traumatized a bit by what had happened. "Your security? Oh, I have come here so many times I have learned all of your flaws..." She stifled a girlish giggle at his attempt to cover over the fact that he'd almost insulted her, but kept a very serious face. "It is alright, sir, these are things I need to know." she offered another small smile, as if telling him it were all right. She listened again, offering a nod here and there. But then he introduced himself. She greeted him cordially, as a leader should, and waited for him to stand.
But what she was really thinking about was that peculiar name. Now, where had she heard it before? Was it from an elder? From the records, from legends or stories? Goddamnit where had she heard that name before?! This was driving her mad. She couldn't, not for the life of her, remember wherefore or why that particular name rung such a loud, obnoxious bell. "No, no Mister Henister, please" she beckoned as she gave him room to stand, "It will be no bother at all. And, we have a rule here at Haven--" she paused for an almost dramatic effect, turning toward the center of town, and then looking over her shoulder, "Guests never pay." She called him forward with a small flick of her hand, gesturing toward the city, and strolled slowly until he caught up, her hands folded behind her back.
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Post by eclipselunar on Mar 5, 2010 16:23:47 GMT -5
"It is alright, sir, these are things I need to know." Leonardo covered his eyes, embarrassed of his insult. He was slightly traumatized from the battle, seeing how everyone he knew and loved, including his to-be-wife were all killed in the blood spill. But it was so long ago, he hardly even remembered the people's faces. the only one he still remember, was his father's. Being the artistic one he was, Leo had drawn his father many times, and spent hours just staring to the page, remembering his past. The girl that was to be his wife? He hated that one. She was what some would call a class A slut. But it was an arranged marriage, and because his father told him to do this, he was going to. It was the only thing that war got him out of.
'Leonardo the Great and five others, survivors of the war!', 'Leonardo, the savior of men, at the cost of nearly his life!' all just newspaper titles. All of them true, but the man never wanted to take that into account. All that he thought, was that he saved himself, all in a selfish need. Pushing himself up, and offering a small smile, the boy paused, and sighed. He had forgot to give his name. Restraining himself from the full welcoming, which was awkward for people in this day, he gave an elegant bow, and introduced himself. His full name, it was given in history books about the war. Most likely even able to be found in some of the oldest papers. All hand written, and a picture of him and a few others drawn, it was how the news was spread.
He offered to pay, which was the custom of his time. Men payed, and that was the end of the story. But he also wasn't going to argue when she said that guests don't pay. Every place had their own customs, and he wasn't going to argue with that. Offering a small charming smile, Leo nodded, and followed. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked to the girl. She seemed to recognize his name. Well, it was something that he would expect. They said he was long dead by now, most likely died in one of the other wars that he had fought in, such as the World War 2, maybe even World War 1. He was in quite a few of the wars, it was rare to find one that he had not been in.
"You are wondering where you have heard my name before?" A small laugh escaped from Leo as he crossed his arms. Looking over to the girl, Leo nodded, and spoke once more. If you are good with this place's history, you will have read about the fifteen year old boy who saved many before falling unconscious. Well, that boy was me. People think I am dead after so many years though. I am just happy I didn't end up like an old man who is chasing children off of his lawn." He shook his head, and offered a small laugh before falling silent.
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Post by Coby on Mar 7, 2010 15:20:26 GMT -5
Shasta froze the slightest of bits and her eyes widened in shock-- but it was a fleeting thing and she managed to smooth her facial expression out to politely blank. Her insides were bubbling with excitement and questions and awe. She remembered now where she had heard his name. It was a smaller mention in a record she once read but she was entranced by it. This man had done a helluva lot for those people and he worked himself mad. She remembered now. How could she be so blind as to not have seen it right away? She chastised herself for not being completely on-the-ball on that one, but then again she was running on a half hour of sleep and a small box of doughnut bites so she excused her lack of awareness. She picked her pace back up as they reached the edge of the clearing and entered a very small line of trees. The town was visible from where they were and she could scent the smells of backing bread from the foods master that resided in Haven. He was the best cook in town and he was also in charge of trading and farming. The people of Haven didn't really pay for food, or anything. They did favors for each-other; babysitting, making weapons, teaching to cook, building homes, fixing things, making toys... all for each-other and as they needed it.
She smiled to the man and let her pace slow as she led him into the town square. People were just waking to the pale dawn, or some anyway, and those few who were already up gave her questioning glances. She waved them off with a slow hand and they merely shrugged and went on with their business. "It is good to have you back, Mr. Henister. As you can see, after the war, Haven thrived and grew," she waved a hand around the town which now had electricity and running water and heat (most of the electricity was hydro powered, however just as much was tapped from the mainlands) and the people were all very healthy looking. Better than on the mainland, anyway. She could see the pale fingers of sun reach out to the sky, and reflected on how she always HATED watching the sun rise. She didn't know why, but she did. She rounded a corner and made her way to a very familiar alley, "But we are still growing, and mourning, for the late Alastair MaKinnon..." she paused respectfully then and turned to Leo, "Of whom I am sure you know, seeing as he had been the Haven leader during the period of the war." she let a silence settle over them for a minute and then continued walking, "Ah," she exclaimed, "here we are!"
The slender woman, in her green felt coat, white shirt and medium brown fighters slacks and magnificent weapon (a uniform which she donned fondly on most occasions,) stopped in front of the small eatery and placed her hands on her hips. The building itself wasn't very impressive. It was once a pharmacy when humans owned it, but the Havenites (when they moved in) converted it into a diner. It had a counter and room for tables and chairs and a kitchen, so why not. And the cook never left, because he never slept. He and his daughter ran the shop (mostly his daughter, though, for he was a bit of a scatter brain), and were undoubtedly two of the most talented vampire cooks in known world, in Shata's opinion. Above the door was small painted sign on a piece of wood that read "The" (as the rest of the sign was missing). The building itself was old brick, but that dull darkness was made up for by its large, clean windows. She smiled to the man and pushed in the door, the warmth flooding into her cold bones.
"Eh? Who is there?" came a burly sounding voice. "Vernon, what do you have for me today, eh?" Shasta retorted, and the man smiled. "Ah, well if t'isn't t' bonnie Shasta, you're back again eh? Hmmm..." the large man shuffled into view bedecked in grease stained apron and shirt and pants. he paused when he saw Leo but shrugged and turned to Shasta, "I canna make much in the way of a proper luncheon for yeh..." Shasta smiled, "I'm more in the mood for breakfast." Vernon's eyes sparkled, "Now that I can do yeh for!" he turned to Leo, a little skeptically, "And what c'n I fix for ye, sir...?"
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Post by eclipselunar on Mar 7, 2010 15:52:52 GMT -5
Leo's lips curved into a smile when he noticed the brief moment of shock. He was fine with it though, the boy was thought to be dead by so many. Killed by vampire hunters, died of a sickness, go tin a bar fight, all just tales. Leo? He never went to bars on his own. And when he did, the boy wouldn't drink unless he was told to. the boy was extremely obedient, something that few realized. He could still remember the faces that stood with him, and the ones that he had saved. Alastair MaKinnon, being one of the men he helped. That boy was one of his closest friends, helped his father raise him. Yet, he had to go. MaKinnon, or as he liked to call him, 'kitten', told him it would be best for him to go, clear his mind, and try not to think about the place.
"It is good to have you back, Mr. Henister. As you can see, after the war, Haven thrived and grew," His eyes scanned the village, remembering what it looked back when he was a kid. his home was located on the far end, still fenced off he could only hope. It was like a burial ground for his family, and some of his closest friends. But if it had been touched, he couldn't complain. It didn't belong to him anymore, but rather to the small town. Leo's gaze shifted to the girl as he gave a warm smile, and softly spoke. "You could just call me Leo. I can't live up to the name of my father." He didn't think he was good enough to live to his father's name, seeing how he wasn't able to get to him in time. But rather, he arrived when the man's corps was stone cold, his face pale, and a sword piercing through his chest... It was to hard to think of now... Leonardo just pushed the thought from his head, and went on.
"But we are still growing, and mourning, for the late Alastair MaKinnon..." she paused respectfully then and turned back to Leo, "Of whom I am sure you know, seeing as he had been the Haven leader during the period of the war." Leonardo laughed, remembering his childhood with Alastair. "haha. Kitty. I was the only one that could pull off calling him that without him getting pissed off. He took forever to heal." His brightened face lightly tilted down, and his head shook. "You know, he was the one to teach me the art of the short blade." A small nod, and Leo let out a sigh. He was such a good man, it was terrible to hear he was gone. So Leo, just like any old man would do, filled his sorrow with some happy facts. He still acted just about how he had at the age of the war, fifteen, but now he had learned to not be afraid of death.
"Ah," she exclaimed, "here we are!" Chocolate orbs shifted up to gaze over the old building. A crooked smile appeared as the two walked in, and he smelled a familiar scent. He knew this vampire... Well, this vampire's father and maybe him. He couldn't quite recall which one it was, but it was from the vampire's family. At the time, the vampire was extremely young, maybe six or seven. Leo had jumped in front of a few arrows, aiming straight for the kid. He ran, with the arrows in his back to get the kid safe, only to put his fingers to his lips, in a symbol to keep the kid quiet, and vanish back to the battle grounds. He was a good kid back then indeed. Risked his life all of the time to help others.
He had even came to see the man's kid, who he couldn't remember if it was a boy or girl. He just remembered the smell. those sly eyes scanned over the man, and a crooked, familiar charming smile spread across his lips. Once the two were done with their brief conversation, and Vernon spoke to him, skeptically. "It's been a long time." The boy's voice was soft, caring, and a little more mature than earlier. "I have something for you, Vernon. Something I said I would find for you." Leo's had slipped into his jacket pocket, and he pulled out a small amulet. It was well cared for, the boy being sure to never change it's state. Holding out the amulet, Leo smiled, and asked a simple question. "Is this what you were looking for?" It was an amulet lost in the battle, the man's mother's. When Leonardo made a promise, he intended to keep it.
Tag: Coby Muse: eh, okay. Song: rain - creed
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Post by Coby on Mar 8, 2010 16:59:58 GMT -5
Shasta watched Leo cautiously, her eyes narrowing the slightest of bits, despite herself. What was he doing...? Vernon was a good man and his daughter too (though she looked only to be 14 years of age) and she didn't want anything to hurt him. Especially not some random guy who just waltzed in... Ah! She tensed a bit as he reached into his jacket pocket. Anything could be in there; gun, knife... any kind of object that could kill or harm someone. Images flashed of when she went to the Capitol when she was younger and more naive. The darkness, the quietness, the fear and uncertainty... she still had the scars. But the leader composed herself and, though she remained cautious, followed the mans every movement with a quiet nervousness that was hardly visible. She watched in amazement, then, once he had pulled out whatever it was he set out to get.
Vernon's eyes grew and Shasta watched a full grown Vampire-man almost crumble. She suppressed a raised eyebrow as the burly cook took the thing in his gargantuan hands and caressed it with a tenderness she had not seen since Vernon had first held his baby girl. She watched him as he gazed at the bauble and stroked it and forced the tears back into his eyes. He looked up to the other man and muttered, "It's you..." he wiped his eyes on his sleeve and placed the amulet on his neck, "You remembered..." Shasta watched confusedly as the man engulfed Leo in a huge bear-hug, squeezing him tight and then letting him go. "I just... I-- ahem," he cleared his throat, "I Know exactly what to make for you. I'll be out in a jiff, sir." he nodded to Leo once more and ten turned, almost reluctantly to the kitchen.
Shasta looked to Leo and relaxed herself once again. She didn't know quite what to make of this situation, but decided against asking (out of respect).
Vernon came back after a few moments with two plates; one with actual cooked food on it, and the other... a whole animal. Shasta almost smirked. She knew he was a vampire, it explained a lot. Like his lack of scent. She smiled to Leo, " Dig in." and did so herself, suddenly realizing how famished she was. When she was done she place her fork down on the plate and waited respectfully to see if Leo had anything to say.
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Post by eclipselunar on Mar 8, 2010 17:26:21 GMT -5
"It's you..." The man has stuttered out while attempting, but not fully succeeding, to hold back tears. He wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, and hung the old amulet around his neck. Leo always loved to see people at their happiest, especially when he caused it. Leonardo was a nice guy, he did whatever he could to bring happiness to others. And in this case, he saved the kid's life, and later did what he had promised. The memory lingered in his mind for so many years, of the little boy asking for his most prized possession. His mother's amulet. A single promise, and that might had been the single thing that kept Leo alive so many years.
"You remembered..." Instantly, the man was crushed in a giant bear hug. All Leo could do, was offer a small hug back, and say a simple few words. "I promised, didn't I?" As the man pulled away, glee filling his old eyes, he quickly stumbled on speaking, and said he knew what to make. Leo hated drinking blood, but he needed it. And he respected the man for bringing him a freshly killed animal, with a glass next to it. He sat down at the table, leaning back into the chair, awaiting something to be said over the table. He didn't know anything of the new customs, but his old, they just dug in.
"Dig in." Ironic how nothing had changed. A light nod of the head, and Leo lifted the wine glass from the table, and pulled out a small pocket knife. He lowered the glass under a main artery on the animal's body, which he had let hang just over the edge of the table, and pierced a hole in the animal's flesh. Very few vampires showed enough courtesy to not cover their faces in blood as the feast upon their prey. Leo didn't like the uncleanliness, and actually thought of others, so he didn't want them to lose their appetite. Once the glass had come to be nearly full, Leo pulled out a small ointment tube, obviously home made, and clogged the hole with it, not even leaving a simple droplet of blood upon the floor.
He looked into the blood for a moment, and looked away as he took a small sip. It was always easier not to look. Something about seeing your worst nightmare, it wasn't pleasant. Lowering the glass just above his crossed legs, awaiting the girl to finish her plate. Offering a small gesture towards a chair for the man and his daughter, Leonardo smiled, and reverted his eyes back to the table. Another small sip, and the man spoke, clearly, and smoothly. Just as his voice had always been. "So how long have you been the leader here Miss Shasta?" Leo asked, starting something of a small conversation.
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Post by Coby on Mar 13, 2010 14:56:15 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the shortness, and the lateness Shasta fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve and looked down at her empty plate, her eyes distant for but a moment. She nibbled on her bottom lip and tried to remember exactly how long she had been leader. Oh, about... uh, how long had it been? For the gifted it was almost pointless to count every individual years. Their "New Year" happened every five hundred years, due to their odd lifespans. They aged an equivalent one year in human life every five hundred years. Shasta, in human equivalent, was only 27 years old. She did the math, and re-did the math again (because she was kind of bad at math). Lets see... that is twenty seven minus twenty three which is four...multiplied by five hundred which is... Toby retired when I was '23' so-- really? No... She still could not believe how long she had already lived for, but it was the norm for her species. It was almost sad to think of how many humans died in that span. Upon the millions.
She looked up at Leo, "2000 years... after Toby, Alastair's 2IC, retired. " Speaking of 2IC's she still had not seen hers in an alarmingly long time. The woman smoothed a worried frown from her features before it had time to accumulate. For that matter, she still had no healer. This was twice as bad. At least Shasta didn't plan on getting herself killed, but... she still didn't have a healer and without a healer, well, where would Haven be? She placed her hands slowly on her lap and intertwined her fingers, her cold green eyes gazing about her almost absently, though her senses were sharp as ever. "What of you... Leo," she'd almost forgot not to use his last name, "Why did you leave?"
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Post by eclipselunar on Mar 14, 2010 14:21:37 GMT -5
((Nah, your good. I have been busy as well. ^-^; and mine is pretty short as well.))
"2000 years... after Toby, Alastair's 2IC, retired." A puzzled look came to the boy's eyes as he stared over to Shasta. 2000 years? So she was there for the war? This was an interesting thought, seeing how the war only happened about a thousand years ago and Alastair was the ruler of this land at the point. Or had it been longer than two thousand? He just couldn't remember. Leo even had troubles remembering his own age, let alone how long ago things had happened. Offering a small nod, the boy let his eyes shift around the room, taking in his surroundings. "That's a long while." He didn't have much to say on the matter, but rather only took his time to let all of his thoughts run through his head, and hopefully clear with understanding.
"What of you... Leo," The man's eyes shot back to Shasta, locking with her bright eyes. "Why did you leave?" Oh, there were so many reasons why. Because all of his friends and family were killed, he couldn't bear the thought of living amongst their death's ora, he was told that he should leave, he was to young to understand that not everything had to go the right way. So many different things, and they were all logical answers. Deciphering through the possibly solutions as answers for the girl, Leonardo finally ended up on one. "It was hard living where all of my family and friends were killed, so I was told that it might be easier for me if I were to leave. I still thought all of the deaths were my fault, and something in me still is screaming that it is."
It was a given fact that it was not his fault, but rather just something he had stuck in his head. He could have saved so many more men if he had just given up his life, then he would really be a hero.
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Post by Coby on Mar 18, 2010 23:27:26 GMT -5
Shasta's eyes softened and she found herself leaning forward, as if hoping to catch the strange mans words better or something to that effect. Not like it would help, but the tired woman was entranced by this mans story. And the way he spoke. It was, to her, almost bitter and sad. She hated people who sounded sad it just made her feel like a horrible person, even if it wasn't her fault. Even Vernon listened in ( with what he called stealth) as he bounced his youngest daughter up and down on his knee and she pretended it was a horse. His eldest daughter busied herself cleaning up the tables and wiping down the counters, looking all the bit saddened by the mans story as Shasta was. The tribe leader brushed a strand of hair back from her eyes and tucked it neatly behind her ears, her eyes big and deep and green like a summer forest .
"Leo," she began softly, but stopped herself short. How could she ever begin to try to understand what he was going through? His was the hardest of all jobs. It was her place to pretend to related to it. She knew any kind of consolations she could give would be hollow in that mans ears. She could hear it in the words he spoke and she could sense the pain, even if he was trying to hide it. Not like he was doing a very good job of it, mind you, seeing how she came across him. Shasta shut her mouth with a soft click, still gazing at the man, her heart going out to him. The sun rose steadily and the first beams crept into the building like thief's under the cracks in the door and the windows. She was happy for it because that twilight kind of time in the evening and morning always gave her the shivers.
She stood and wiped some crumbs from her breakfast bread off of her shirt, letting them float to the floor, and sat down again with her hands clasped in her lap. She didn't know what to say. She had to be out with her people soon enough. Shasta time was nighttime, that was when she usually had her free time. But this man was worth it. She reached over slowly and clasped his hand in hers, squeezing it softly. "Don't be so hard on yourself... You can stay here as long as you want. You will always be a guest of mine at Haven. " she smiled crookedly, "Perhaps you would like a more scenic tour whilst I do my morning rounds?"
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