The World At It's Knees - Roleplaying

Damian stood atop a crumbled skyscraper, the howling wind dashing through his hair. His eyes were solemn, like two horrifying orbs, ill of emotion or caring. Nothing about him seemed human except the form of his body. The way he moved was like shadow spreading across the earth. As he stepped farther from the skyscraper he turned to the east, seeing the rising sun he hissed, sidestepping into a building. This place would be his shelter from the sun this day. His hand went to his katana as he heard something behind him. A rat, hissing up at him scurried across his feet. Damian's hand wrapped around it, placing it to his fangs and sucking the blood form it.

Leon was upstairs in a building for shelter from the sun , he layed on a abandon couch adn looked up at the celling, sometimes he wondered y did he have to be like this

Always on the precaution as to his surroundings, Damian began to walk up stairs, looking about the building with solemn eyes. His feet made no sound on the building's floor, as his steps were like wind blowing across the surface. Few could hear him outside the Were-wolces. As his eyes scanned the second story of the office building he saw a man laying on a couch. He hissed, stepping into the shadows, silently making his way closer.

Leon closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again reveling his blue eyes , he still looked up at the celling and he moved his bangs out of the way of his eyes, then he stood up and removed his jacket and layed it on the ground

Damian stepped from the shadow directly behind Leon, his breath hot against his neck. The shadow seemed to flow forward from the corners of the room, clinging to Damian's clothes. With a violent hiss Damian grabbed Leon by the throat, holding his katana to the pire's neck, "Doust thy hand glow with hate?"

~"Doust thy hand glow with hate?" is a question implying, "Do you work for the Glowing Hand?"~

Leon was surprised and he could feel the hot breath on his neck then the katana "thy doust not " while he said that Leon slowly reached for his blade

Damian let him go, kicking him in the square of the back, sending Leon to the floor. He sheathed his katana and hissed, staring down at Leon with his solemn eyes. Damian bared his fangs angrily, "What is your place in this world? Be you Pire or Man, for you are certainly no Lyken.."

~Lyken - nother name for Were-wolf~

when Leon landed on the ground he let out a hmph , he then turned and looked at Damian with his blue eyes , seeing him eye to eye " i'm a vampire like u " Leon had one of his blades hidden behind his back ready to strike if he needed too.

Damian smirked, hiding his fangs back behind his lips. His eyes moved along Leon's arms, "Put your blade away..it won't do you any good.." he said, his eyes contorting in anger.

Leon was surprised but still looked at Damian straight in the eyes with his , he still held his blade , he just didn't trust Damian

Damian stood, still watching Leon with a glare. The shadows ebbed around him like an aura. As he breathed in the shadow drifted towards his nostrils, entering his body. The katana sat uneasily in it's sheath at Damians side as his eyes watched Leon's arm holding the blade. With one swift motion Damian drew his blade and had it at Leon's neck, "I hold no mercy in my black heart for those who ignore my requests...sheath your blade...now.."

Leon could feel the blade very close to his neck , he slowly put down his blade while still looking into Damian's eyes , Leon was thinking of a plan to get out of this perdicament

As Leon dropped his blade Damian slipped his katana into it's sheath with a flash of motion. Damian's cold eyes still watched Leon, "Tell me...what are you doing in Crarick?"

~Crarick is the name of the human city built in the ruins of LA, which is where everyone starts~

" i was just walking around " then all of a sudden Leon threw his chain at Damian and wraped it around him , then he flipped over him and took one of his blades and put if close to his neck and his breath was going down on Damians neck " now u tell me what u are doing here "

Damian laughed insanely, his voice echoing against the walls, "How sad...look down.." Damian said, looking down to where he held his katana blade to Leon's stomach, "I suggest you get off of me, or my blade shall thirst upon your innards..."

Leon hissed and slowly let go of Damian but still had his blade near his neck

Damian smiled, letting Leon hold the blade to his throat, "I came here awhile back, looking for food, when I found that a city resided here..well you could imagine my joy.." Damian smirked slyly, his blade still at Leon's stomach

Leon's breath was still going on Damian's neck , he slowly used the other had to grabed Damians katana " what kind of joy"

"The joy of having so manly little pathetic humans at my disposal..." Damian said, dragging his blade across Leon's hand, drawing blood, "I suggest you take your ahnd from my blade.."

Leon hissed when blood began to drip from his hand , he let go of Damian's blade and brought the bleeding hand to his face